In Desperate Times

One More Mile

In Desperate Times


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