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Focus is a waste
The crucible is vivid tonight
With a fist in the dash
Youâre fleeing this cosmo
Feel me opening the door to your light
We will drive around town
And leave it in the streets of your worry
Sew your line
There is a price that we will pay
A price that we will take to our graves
Stop turn around, cut the wheel,
Oh let the city burn, baby
Your wicked, vetted ways
Are drowning out the streets tonight
So much time wasted on the good of man
We will drive around town
And leave it in the streets of your worry
Sew your line
There is a price that we will pay
A price that we will take to our graves
Sing your storyline, let it echo, echo through the night
Oh but I donât mind, if you donât mind, then we donât mind at all
O we will drive on out of here.