The Decline! - Concrete | Текст песни

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Four burning wheels are leading us to four walls
White lines are leading us to dark and smokey rooms
Yesterday's sounds are still polluting our brains
The motor sounds like a slaughter to our ears

Radio plays a never ending song and we move on
Driving on a never ending road, concrete is our home
We move on, it's our home
Driving on a never ending road, concrete is our home

We feel like we'll never see home again
Home is where we waste our nights and our days
The highway's straight our lives are winding
The motor sounds like freedom to our ears

Radio plays a never ending song and we move on
Driving on a never ending road, concrete is our home
We move on, it's our home
Driving on a never ending road, concrete is our home

This road leads us to nowhere
Concrete is our home

Radio plays a never ending song and we move on
Driving on a never ending road, concrete is our home
We move on, it's our home
Driving on a never ending road, concrete is our home

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