歌詞
(Intro – distorted voice, deep reverb)
“Can’t kill what’s already gone… can’t feel what’s never home…”
(Verse 1)
Chrome heart, ashtray dreams, I been driftin’ in the smoke,
Cold eyes in the mirror, man, I barely even spoke,
Ghost tires hummin’, city bleedin’ through my soul,
Rain on the window, pain in control.
Late night static, my mind glitchin’ in waves,
Voices in the low-end tell me “ride till it fades.”
Purple lights flash, no peace, just haze,
I dance with the silence, my faith decays.
(Hook)
Ride slow through the rust and the rain,
Heart froze, can’t wash out the pain.
Bass low, let the past go insane,
I’m lost, but I like it this way.
(Verse 2)
Glass on the floor, yeah, I toast to the void,
Feel the echo in my chest, that’s the sound I avoid.
Too numb for the love, too tired for the hate,
But the beat keep runnin’, so I tempt my fate.
Moonlight drip down chrome and fear,
I can see my sins in the rearview clear.
No talk, just hum of the gear,
No life, just sound that I steer.
(Hook – echoing out)
Ride slow through the rust and the rain…
Ride slow… through the rust and the rain…
Through the rust… and the rain…
“Can’t kill what’s already gone… can’t feel what’s never home…”
(Verse 1)
Chrome heart, ashtray dreams, I been driftin’ in the smoke,
Cold eyes in the mirror, man, I barely even spoke,
Ghost tires hummin’, city bleedin’ through my soul,
Rain on the window, pain in control.
Late night static, my mind glitchin’ in waves,
Voices in the low-end tell me “ride till it fades.”
Purple lights flash, no peace, just haze,
I dance with the silence, my faith decays.
(Hook)
Ride slow through the rust and the rain,
Heart froze, can’t wash out the pain.
Bass low, let the past go insane,
I’m lost, but I like it this way.
(Verse 2)
Glass on the floor, yeah, I toast to the void,
Feel the echo in my chest, that’s the sound I avoid.
Too numb for the love, too tired for the hate,
But the beat keep runnin’, so I tempt my fate.
Moonlight drip down chrome and fear,
I can see my sins in the rearview clear.
No talk, just hum of the gear,
No life, just sound that I steer.
(Hook – echoing out)
Ride slow through the rust and the rain…
Ride slow… through the rust and the rain…
Through the rust… and the rain…