[Intro]
Name’s John Doe — I don’t know shit,
No past, no home, just a full clip.
Got a map full of scars and a tank full of rage,
Deliver hell like it’s minimum wage.
I don’t run on gas — I run on spite,
Midnight rides through a lawless night.
You want peace? That’s cute — I want noise,
Burning down routes with post-apoc toys.
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[Verse 1]
I woke up drivin’ — don’t know where from,
City in flames and my memory’s numb.
Steel on wheels, no rearview soul,
Just a mouthful of jokes and a trunk full of holes.
Sweet Tooth lurkin', got that clown grin,
But I’m laughing back with a gun to his chin.
People talk family — I talk “fuck that,”
Had one? Lost it. Now I ride where the luck at.
They call me a courier — nah, I’m a fuse,
Each mile I burn is a piece I lose.
Quiet ridin’ shotgun — yeah, she’s a storm,
But even silence’ll kill if it’s cold and worn.
No rules out here, just fake kings and liars,
I write love letters in rubber and fire.
Ghost town heart, but my engine screams,
I don’t need sleep — just smoke and dreams.
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[Hook]
I ride through fire just to feel the burn,
Each dead mile, I never return.
No past, no name — just chrome and breath,
I’m the memory that outdrove death.
Wheels of amnesia, rage on tap,
Delivering fate in a bloodstained wrap.
This is my route, my wrath, my sin —
No heaven waits for the state I’m in.
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[Verse 2]
I met Quiet — thought we’d kill each other,
But somehow found war that felt like a brother.
She got ghosts too — stitched in her skin,
Two broken engines just tryin’ to win.
You think I’m free? Nah, I’m chained to the road,
My name ain’t real — I’m a glitch in code.
But I still fight back, flip scripts and kings,
‘Cause I ain't afraid of what not knowing brings.
Calypso talkin’ like gods still rule,
But I see right through every fucked-up duel.
No wish saves you, no prize is pure,
You drive in circles till you’re damn sure.
I’ve killed for cans, I’ve bled for bread,
Took a hundred shots, played dead, then sped.
I'm not your hero — I’m the in-between,
Not good, not evil — just gasoline.
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[Hook]
I ride through fire just to feel the burn,
Each dead mile, I never return.
No past, no name — just chrome and breath,
I’m the memory that outdrove death.
Wheels of amnesia, rage on tap,
Delivering fate in a bloodstained wrap.
This is my route, my wrath, my sin —
No heaven waits for the state I’m in.
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[Bridge]
What if I remember and it fucks me worse?
What if this life is already the curse?
Name tags don’t fix what’s already cracked,
So I ride on fumes and never look back.
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[Outro]
They call me John Doe — fuck if I care,
I made a name in smoke and flare.
One mile closer to a truth I’ll deny,
But if I die drivin’ — at least I tried.
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