Midnight War Drive

Sanoitukset

[Verse 1] Countless hours on the roads of Ukraine, Headlights cutting through the cold steel rain, Kyiv in the mirror, Odesa up ahead, Nipro and Harkiv burning the nerves in my head. The vehicle rattles like it’s had enough, Every warning light says, fuck you I'm done. Twenty-eight hours squeezed into twenty-four, I’m running on fumes and they're asking for more. [Chorus] No sleep, no sleep, just the road and the sky, Geran drone circling like black birds fly. Flashes on the horizon—but no storm in sight, They’re invitations to death dressed up as light. The devil pulls up a chair beside me, Whispers, “hello, wanna make a deal?” My hands tight around that steering wheel, ’Cause driving into darkness is the only thing I can feel. [Verse 2] Ten hours on a train rolling straight through the night, Black windows reflecting a pale cabin light, Somewhere beyond there, the darkness hangs low, And nobody knows exactly where it’ll go. Geran drone hums somewhere above, Glide bombs overhead with a thunderous shove, And rumors run faster than wheels on the track— Oreshnik in the headlines, and the night turns black. [Chorus] No sleep, no sleep, just the road and the sky, Buildings start shaking and you wonder why. The walls start trembling, the windows complain, And everybody waits for the noise to explain. Flashes on the horizon—but no storm in sight, Just another reminder the darkness swallowed the light. So we lay in the hallway, trying to fucking sleep, While the whole damn building rocks underneath. [Verse 3] Odesa at midnight, still wide awake, Missiles crossing the sea from Crimea’s wake. No sleep in Odesa, no rest in the room, Just listening to nearby thunder crack and boom. But don't worry they said, where your going is safe. It's funny how those words start to sound, When the whole fucking world around, is burning down. [Verse 4] WOG Dog in my hand just to settle my nerves, A little roadside comfort while the fucking world burns. Vehicles falling apart, piece by piece, But somehow the damn thing refuses to cease. Then Kyiv wakes beneath a curtain of smoke, Clouds spreading wide like the sky has been broke. I close my eyes for a second, drift into a dream— Wake up behind the wheel to a nightmare scene. [Bridge] I dreamed I was home, heard the old screen door slam, Then woke to a siren and the shake of the van. The road keeps rolling, the night keeps talking, Every mile marker knows where I’ve been walking. Kyiv, Nipro, Odesa, Harkiv— Names on a map where they all wanna go. Just to walk the streets and catch dinner and a show. Taking a selfie for some political gain, but once they all leave the civilians prepare for the hell fire rain. [Final Chorus] No sleep, no sleep, we keep driving on, Through another black night waiting for dawn. Geran drone in the sky, distant thunder below, Glide bombs overhead and nowhere to go. Oreshnik whispered like a name in the dark, While distant flashes stain the horizon with sparks. But I’m still here breathing, still gripping the wheel, Still telling the darkness, “You don’t get the deal.” [Outro] So the Devil pulls up a chair, Leans over like an old friend there, Says, “can I have a bite of your Wog dog, son.” I laugh through the exhaustion: [pause]... "Fuck you. I’m not done.” Kyiv behind me. Odesa up ahead. Nipro below. Harkiv in my head. Twenty-eight hours squeezed into twenty-four. No sleep, no silence, no easy way. But morning keeps coming, whether we believe— And darkness can whisper all it wants. We’re still here.