Hell Happens from AM Gold by Cowboy Cold

I won't stop for gas in this town
Cause the station's too dark and run down
And the newsman won't shut up about
Killer clowns running around

And I'll be home in a while
But for now I'm alone and alright
Hauling ass paying no mind to the speed limit sign

And there's a hell that happens when the fields are all blackened
Out on the highway at night
F sharp A sharp infinity
Flying down I-20
Thinking that I'm gonna die

And he's in the corner of the room
He's sitting across from you
And you hate all the filth inside him
But you're keeping your cool

And the singer is crossing the stage
And he's left you alone with your rage
And you could be free of your jadedness
But you like it that way

He holds his cigarettes like Jack Kerouac
He doesn't stare he just looks through
He hasn't said a word today
But they love him in a way
That they'll never love you

• Rock
• bro-fi
• goth country
• malegaze
• Lockhart