Текст песни 15 On The Freeway

Calluses, forming from the numbing touch.
A painful price, payable, I am alive.
A powerful glance that consumes you in image.
Images reflect what some of us have been fighting for.
A fight that goes on until the day the sound dies.
Fearless and brave we attack head on until the sound
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Just a few more days until it's time to throw away
everything. Nothing left behind.
Such a painful price, payable with feeling.
And I'm alive. Press on move out.
An older image to consume.
You'll come back, faithful, resting on that image.