Highway Steam - Hooded Fang

Even in the holidays I can feel your burning hell

Etching up rusty maps that take you to nowhere

It hits you sideways but you feel it in the back

Hidden in the coattails of a long remembered trial

Oh I hear the devils being called

And you, you are inspired by it all

Finding a response is like purchasing a prayer

Stumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sit

Where are you looking to when the temperature is rising?

And who are you looking to in the darkness of your age?

Oh I hear the devils being called

And you, you are inspired by it all

You know that that things we say

Cut through the air like a cold wind calling

I know that the highway steam

Runs through our veins at the break of reason