Take the wheel, of the world
And drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
Quick as a gun
Blind like a ghost
I catch most things in my blood
You all lose between rooms
One last gasp before I go
Your crystal skin laced with rust
Laced with rust, laced with rust
Take the wheel of the world and drive
One blood lust glance of the milky way
Two shots, one in a million
Short-circuits a billion light years away
Down here it rains blood and milk for months
The Zulus are getting too strong to play with no more
No more, no more
Take the wheel of the world and drive
A pocket too full of the stars
Too hot to handle alone
Burning a hole, smoldering footsteps that lead to a heart
Mine, yours, who cares, it still burns
Still borne
I'm still burning
Burning down
Take the wheel of the world and drive
Still Burning was written by Rowland S. Howard.