| Song | Drive |
| Artist | Charon |
| Album | The Dying Daylights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| No trace, | |
| No hollow place at the destination you go. | |
| This kind of a hell ain’t worth of you. | |
| So, Burn and purify, | |
| Leave it all to catch your crown, | |
| This kind of a hell ain’t worth of you. | |
| In drive the fear within. | |
| The bleeding hurst but you are there. | |
| You’re flame, the highest pain but | |
| I can’t feel it pushing through. | |
| This kind of a hell ain’t worth of us. | |
| You’re queen, | |
| The star of the blind and you keep fading out. | |
| This kind of a hell we built to last. | |
| This kind of a hell burns high in: | |
| In drive the fear within. | |
| The bleeding hurst but you are there. | |
| Drive the devil’s spin, | |
| The screamin’ hurts but you won’t hear. | |
| Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive. |
| No trace, | |
| No hollow place at the destination you go. | |
| This kind of a hell ain' t worth of you. | |
| So, Burn and purify, | |
| Leave it all to catch your crown, | |
| This kind of a hell ain' t worth of you. | |
| In drive the fear within. | |
| The bleeding hurst but you are there. | |
| You' re flame, the highest pain but | |
| I can' t feel it pushing through. | |
| This kind of a hell ain' t worth of us. | |
| You' re queen, | |
| The star of the blind and you keep fading out. | |
| This kind of a hell we built to last. | |
| This kind of a hell burns high in: | |
| In drive the fear within. | |
| The bleeding hurst but you are there. | |
| Drive the devil' s spin, | |
| The screamin' hurts but you won' t hear. | |
| Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive. |
| No trace, | |
| No hollow place at the destination you go. | |
| This kind of a hell ain' t worth of you. | |
| So, Burn and purify, | |
| Leave it all to catch your crown, | |
| This kind of a hell ain' t worth of you. | |
| In drive the fear within. | |
| The bleeding hurst but you are there. | |
| You' re flame, the highest pain but | |
| I can' t feel it pushing through. | |
| This kind of a hell ain' t worth of us. | |
| You' re queen, | |
| The star of the blind and you keep fading out. | |
| This kind of a hell we built to last. | |
| This kind of a hell burns high in: | |
| In drive the fear within. | |
| The bleeding hurst but you are there. | |
| Drive the devil' s spin, | |
| The screamin' hurts but you won' t hear. | |
| Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive. |