[music: Sipilä & CHARON, lyrics: Leppäluoto]
No trace,
No hollow place at the destination you go.
This kind of a hell ainát worth of you.
So,
Burn and purify,
Leave it all to catch your crown,
This kind of a hell ainát worth of you.
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Youáre flame, the highest pain but I canát feel it pushing through.
This kind of a hell ainát worth of us.
Youáre queen,
The star of the blind and you keep fading out.
This kind of a hell we built to last.
This kind of a hell burns high in:
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Drive the devilás spin,
The screaminá hurts but you wonát hear.
Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive.
Charon - Drive Lyrics
Charon - Drive Lyrics
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[music: Sipilä & CHARON, lyrics: Leppäluoto]
No trace,
No hollow place at the destination you go.
This kind of a hell ainát worth of you.
So,
Burn and purify,
Leave it all to catch your crown,
This kind of a hell ainát worth of you.
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Youáre flame, the highest pain but I canát feel it pushing through.
This kind of a hell ainát worth of us.
Youáre queen,
The star of the blind and you keep fading out.
This kind of a hell we built to last.
This kind of a hell burns high in:
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Drive the devilás spin,
The screaminá hurts but you wonát hear.
Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive.
No trace,
No hollow place at the destination you go.
This kind of a hell ainát worth of you.
So,
Burn and purify,
Leave it all to catch your crown,
This kind of a hell ainát worth of you.
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Youáre flame, the highest pain but I canát feel it pushing through.
This kind of a hell ainát worth of us.
Youáre queen,
The star of the blind and you keep fading out.
This kind of a hell we built to last.
This kind of a hell burns high in:
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Drive the devilás spin,
The screaminá hurts but you wonát hear.
Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive.