Clawing From The Inside Testo

Down 95 I travel, throttle down
The smell of ozone from my drives
The city falls away from me on both sides tonight
I die inside at the thought of younger years
But the Grey Men come for me tonight
They drag their lusts and hopes and dreams into the light
And I feel my soul clawing from the inside
Through my eyes
And I feel my soul clawing from the inside
Through her cries
The streets around me
No longer safe to pass
My weapons confiscated in late '95
I think of you and Devon
Locked safely away behind metal doors
Until the light of day