Blackfield - How Was Your Ride? lyrics

[Blackfield - How Was Your Ride? lyrics]

We're like the weather you can't predict it
We never take the time

Heavy shackles we can't move freely
We're leaving trails on the ground

It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride? Frozen moments
Your shadows on me
Will always give the command

It won't get better just string along
Until the curtain comes down

It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?

It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride? How was your ride?
How was your ride?

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