I am still driving on this fucking road   and this taste of blood in my mouth works well as fuel   I still can handle this situation   but everytime i pray to be in a better and solid place   the graves are calling my name   the graves are calling my fucking name   I am looking for the moment to make my heart beat right again   beat right again   it seems that i know I know every mile cause I am awake   I am awake til the day I die   the graves are calling my name   the graves are calling my fucking name   I will keep on cruisin on this right way of the road