Riding with the Living Dead - Aggression

Flying down the highway

At a dangerous speed

Trying to look away

But there’s nothing I can see

My eyes are shutdown

My soul is souring free

No roads under my wheels

Night demon speed king

There’s nothing I can feel

One last ride to sing

Riding — with the living dead

Riding with the living dead

Flying high again

Loss of control

Pedal to the metal

Impact is imminent

Final last stand

See you in hell

No roads under my wheels

Night demon speed king

There’s nothing I can feel

One last ride to sing

Riding — with the living dead

Riding with the living dead