Race to Oblivion Songtext
von Ship Thieves

No vacancy
In this race to oblivion
In these feral highs
In this wide open
Modality
You die off and you carry on
And leave it all behind
In the havoc down below

Kissing the edge of a knife
The Edge of a Knife
Whoa


That sharpens over time
As iron and iron collide
Without a thing to say
No words to stand in the way

Kissing the edge of a knife
The Edge of a Knife
Whoa
Kissing the edge of a knife
The Edge of a Knife
The Edge of a Knife
Whoa Oh
Kissing the edge of a knife
The Edge of a Knife
Whoa