Gasoline and Grit

Forget yoga. The real path to inner peace is the glorious sound of tearing steel and engine screams. This is a love song for the therapeutic properties of vehicular violence, for finding the divine in the demolition. Song by: Dead Channel Audio Lyrics: [Verse 1] The steering wheel is warm on my hands Shifting shadows on the wasted lands Every tremor from the chassis plate Is a new rhythm that I create This old machine breathes gasoline and grit And I'm the only one who understands it [Chorus] Let the metal scream a brand new song This violent rhythm's where I belong Feel the tremor crawling up my spine And watch this ugly world turn so divine [Verse 2] A symphony of tearing steel Making this broken landscape feel real Sparks fly up to greet the fading light Everything is beautifully wrong and right Don't need a reason, don't need a prize Just the truth behind a predator's eyes [Chorus] Let the metal scream a brand new song This violent rhythm's where I belong Feel the tremor crawling up my spine And watch this ugly world turn so divine [Bridge] The engine ticks and cools in the haze I remember this feeling for days and days A perfect moment, sharp and clear When all the noise just disappears [Outro] Another scar on the map Another beautiful collapse Another scar Another collapse