​minds of moria

I might crash the car just to feel something that I don't know
White knuckle grip on the steering wheel praying we tumble down the road
Heavy load
Heavy load
Heavy load

Dreaming the blood sweats down my neck the way that time just ebbs and flows
I used to cut my hair to pieces when I'd spiral out of control
Heavy load
Heavy load
Heavy load

I crack the rearview mirror while sleeping through the song on the radio
Letting my troubles slip the gap out to the quiet and the cold
Heavy load
Heavy load
Heavy load

Heavy load
Heavy load
Hеavy load

Whiplash my head into the dashboard as the framе begins to fold
I want my insides spread like ashes until there's nothing left to hold
Heavy load

I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
Behind

I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
Behind

I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care

I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind
I don't care about what I leave behind