I am still driving on this fucking road and this taste of blood in my mouth works well as fuel I still can handle this situation but everytime i pray to be in a better and solid place the graves are calling my name the graves are calling my fucking name I am looking for the moment to make my heart beat right again beat right again it seems that i know I know every mile cause I am awake I am awake til the day I die the graves are calling my name the graves are calling my fucking name I will keep on cruisin on this right way of the road