The Motorist
The motorist is us
We ride, then we ride
And we crash
But we make others happy
As much as we want to be
As much as we can't be
And I can't say more
I'm too much of a motorist
I am the motorist
My hands are burned, but so are we
I can feel the fork on my same mistakes
My job is to crash and die
I built my kingdom on this burning sand
I killed, I dug, to keep him and his hand warm
I can't keep going like this for to long
My job is to crash and die
We ride, then we ride
And we crash
But we make others happy
As much as we want to be
As much as we can't be
And I can't say more
I'm too much of a motorist
I am the motorist
My hands are burned, but so are we
I can feel the fork on my same mistakes
My job is to crash and die
I built my kingdom on this burning sand
I killed, I dug, to keep him and his hand warm
I can't keep going like this for to long
My job is to crash and die
Credits
Writer(s): Balog Zsombor
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