The Provenance (Asmodeus)
The Provenance (Asmodeus) - Crash Course lyrics
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Racing rain-drenched roads of dimness, the incessant light-pulse Invades your privacy, heading nowhere special An indecisive gaze at nothing as your mind's drawn blank and outside features start to fade Sad to see you end this way, chasing your self-hatred Streetlights flashing by in thousands, the city traffic's round the bend Seems your number has come up, it's closing stages now As the pulses intensity, a shimmer on the pallor of your face You see the crash and press down hard, somehow to ease the impact You know you should have hit the brakes, what a fucking waste The way the world just smashed right into your face So many things you should have done, the spans you could have run I'm sad to see you end this way Sad to see you end this way, facing your self-hatred