Hit The Black

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📅 Rok: 1997
✍️ Text: Geoff Tate 🎵 Hudba: Queensryche
Hanging by a thread, problems in my head, don\'t know what I said, living to be dead on the run. Corporation greed, television need, overdose and bleed, pornograph obscene, I\'m a liar. There\'s no brakes on me, as I\'m running down the track. They\'ll be waiting for me, but I\'m never coming back. I\'m going down... to a place where I can see all there is to see in me. Bullets in the gun, gonna have some fun, think I\'ll take a ride to the other side, till I\'m done. Hole is in the vein, feel it numb the brain, take away the pain, never be the same till I die. There\'s no brakes on me, as I come around the track. There\'s no gauge to read, peg the needle as I hit the black. I\'m going down... to a place where I can see all there is to see in me. Population freeze, modern day disease, brings us to our knees, see them stand in line for a cure. Profit in the wind, pushing back the time that we wait in line, pushing back the time, it\'s a sin. There\'s no brakes on me, as I\'m running down the track. They\'ll be waiting for me, but I\'m never coming back. I\'m going down....

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