Escape (Driving to heaven)

Deep Dish

Compositor: Omid 16B

I wanted to stay
Everyone was pale and faded
Zelo is hesitated
When it was time to turn on

I wanted to stop
My eyes were so dilated
The traffic seemed syncopated
And my car turned me on

I´m driving to heaven
Driving to heaven
And there´s no way back home

I wanted to breathe
The air had been confiscated
The ground was unrelated
And the light turned me on

I´m driving to heaven
Driving to heaven
And there´s no way back home