From the depths of hell Forth came a man Exiled and cast a spell To ride the earth In a crimson can Now who drives the Hellvan?
Cast upon this wicked night Cursed to a chariot enflamed with life
On slicked black lines the damned will write "Hell cuts a trail" Everyone dies at the end of this tale
With twin headlights I set my sights Fuck em man white knuckle tight 500 yards left to drive Til I cross another life I spend my time in a scarlet shrine The price I paid in exchange for life A crimson horse I ride With flaming eyes made a pair With the power of a peanace stair
Hell has no cruise control 2x
Life wont be so grand When you play the wild card from Satan's hand
A twist of fate as a unknown force has raised the stakes of the game we played An essence transfer from the swine I crashed A selfish form to end at last If all falls into his heinous plan chances are you drive… the hell van
By nights end I surmise I am the one who drivesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
