In Search of (The)

You've been out driving for a while

It seems so pointless without smile

You cannot hide you cannot run

You've been out searching for your sun

Your life won't work when you're feeling down

You hit too hard to leave the ground

You're begging for this life to end

There's search for nothing on the road

Your black car is your only friend

Your life is like a mystical

Your life won't work when you're feeling down

You hit too hard to leave the ground

In search of God's warehouse

Your life won't work when you're feeling down

You hit too hard to leave the ground

Always won't work with the antidote