Ride - Switchblade Symphony

I won’t live forever

Where will I go?

Will I miss the war?

Will I miss the snow?

I love the way the water

Comes down like acid rain

For when I’m gone

They’ll carry on

For when I’m gone

They’ll carry on

But in your head

You’re all dead

You’re brain’s cold

From what’s been told

And there you sit

Begging change

Don’t you get it?

You’re still in the shooting range

Ride

This is life not a game

And it’s getting real old

Your body is hungry for your soul’s been sold

And now your trapped, deep inside

My kind of ride

Sixty-nine stories down down

Better better run and hide

Ride

I won’t live forever

Where will I go?

Will I miss the war?

Will I miss the snow?

I love the way the water

Comes down like acid rain

For when I’m gone

They’ll carry on

For when I’m gone

They’ll carry on