"White Knuckle Riding" lyrics

"White Knuckle Riding"

I can't hide or disguise I'm terrified
Each day I dream each way I start to die inside my mind
Depressed or bored, I'm wired or floored, a number on this mental ward
It's not enough and neither am I

I'm white knuckle riding
I'm never arriving
I am so sick of fighting
I'm barely surviving
Day in, day out
Day in, day out
Day in, day out
Day in, day out

The headlights cut through fog laser my eyes
The M62 keeps shaking as I drive across the Pennine skies
It's not enough, I'm not enough, the drugs can't compensate for love
Just comatose this will to survive

And I'm white knuckle riding
I'm never arriving
I'm locked in this battle
I'm so sick of fighting
I'm barely surviving
I am barely surviving
Day in, day out
Day in, day out
Day in, day out

I'm white knuckle riding
Desperately hiding
I'm locked in this battle
And my mind keeps on frying
I'm barely surviving
I am barely surviving

I'm white knuckle riding
I'm white knuckle riding

It goes on, on, on, on and on
On, on, on and on
On, on, on and on
On, on, on and on
On, on, on and on
On, on, on and on
On, on, on and on
On, on, on and


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