Highway Steam

Even in the holidays I can feel your burning hell
 Etching up rusty maps that take you to nowhere
 It hits you sideways but you feel it in the back
 Hidden in the coattails of a long remembered trial
 Oh I hear the devils being called
 And you, you are inspired by it all
 Finding a response is like purchasing a prayer
 Stumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sit
 Where are you looking to when the temperature is rising?
 And who are you looking to in the darkness of your age?
 Oh I hear the devils being called
 And you, you are inspired by it all
 You know that that things we say
 cut through the air like a cold wind calling
 I know that the highway steam
 runs through our veins at the break of reason