Lyric

Cold lights in the city night

Under a low, black, starless sky

Heavy rain, one hand on the steering wheel

And the chill of the night on my skin

Only bad whiskey in my veins

The almost empty bottle on the seat

A traffic light, useless and superfluous

On the asphalt of a cold, hostile road

I feel my soul burning

(I feel my soul burning)

Writhing in the cage

(Writhing in the cage)

That devours this road

And consumes my anger

(And consumes my anger)

And with the headlights cutting through the rain

I steal a sip from the almost empty bottle

I feel my soul burning

(I feel my soul burning)

Writhing in the cage

(Writhing in the cage)

That devours this road

And consumes my anger

(And consumes my (Anger)

And consume my anger

(And consume my anger)

And consume my anger

(And consume my anger)