Sole Mate from Gdansk Macabre by SOWA

Shadows emerge and the silhouettes fade
With eyes like a high beam that illuminate
The signs along the way
We’re taking a ride on the tunnel of thrills
There’s no need to stop and I doubt we ever will
This sun is here to stay
And we are balanced on top of the rays

Checked up
Cranked up
Dusty minds and a gasoline soul
Spaced out
Flatout
This is how we roll

Soul over matter, head over heels
The smell of burnt rubber, the salt on our skin
The caramel inside
Rain over scatter, reign over me
The sound of the wheels and the silence kickin’ in
The treasures you can’t find
Unless you scan between the lines

You better open them gates
Or we’ll blast right through them
Better open ‘em wide
When me and my mate come to town
And when the road has no end
We’ll draw a brand new map, yeah
There’s no place to hide
Where me and my mate can’t hunt you down

Cranked up
Fueled up
Two dusty minds and one gasoline soul
Spaced out
Flatout
This is how we roll

• Alternative
• alternative metal
• neoprog
• post-hardcore
• postmetal
• prog rock
• Berlin