Misanthropic Illness - Hit The Road | Текст песни

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Wheels are hope & destiny
Get us to the land of free
Burn fuel, scare folks
The four of us like sharpened fork

We hit the road to the land of desire
What path we choose
Will depends on stream
We hit the road
Start to play with fire
The only things
That can make us free

Hellish fire in eyes
Living once as twice
Bite hand that feed
Get fattest slice that bleed

They say : "You must be worried about
The things you have left behind"
We say: "We shout it loud!!!"
That we hit road again

We hit the road to the land of desire
What path we choose
Will depends on stream
We hit the road
Start to play with fire
The only things
That can make us free

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