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PSTKH — southern gothic dark country. AI-generated: made with Suno; concept, direction and final take by Vasya. Released via DistroKid.
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There's a blacked-out Kenworth on the interstate line
With no license plates and no corporate design
It roams in the midnight, it hunts in the gray
Looking for drivers who are losing their way
If your eyelids are heavy, if you're falling asleep
The Highway Reaper is coming to reap
His high beams flash like a lightning surprise
And you'll look at the devil right into his eyes
The Highway Reaper is hunting tonight
Catching the truckers in the pale moonlight
Spitting fire from the pipes, burning up the midnight road
He's collecting the souls that are ready to load
Don't close your eyes, boy, don't fade into black
'Cause the king of the highway is on your track
He doesn't want cargo, he don't care for the weight
He's the official collector of destiny's fate
He hunts down the tired, he traps the unwary
With an air horn blast that is bloody and scary
I saw him behind me, his grille made of bone
And the roar of his engine was a funeral tone
But my Peterbilt roared back, we refused to give in
To the master of shadows and the father of sin
The Highway Reaper is hunting tonight
Catching the truckers in the pale moonlight
Spitting fire from the pipes, burning up the midnight road
He's collecting the souls that are ready to load
Don't close your eyes, boy, don't fade into black
Drink your coffee, hit the gas, stay awake
This is a promise that you cannot break
If you close your eyes for a second or two
The man in the black truck is coming for you
I pushed through the fatigue, I broke through the night
Until the horizon was bleeding with light
The black truck faded back into the mist
Another close call on the casualty list
The sun came up bright on the windshield glass
And I saw the shadow of the Reaper pass
The Highway Reaper is hunting tonight
Catching the truckers in the pale moonlight
Spitting fire from the pipes, burning up the midnight road
He's collecting the souls that are ready to load
Don't close your eyes, boy, don't fade into black
'Cause the king of the highway is on your track
Stay awake, trucker
He's still out there in the dark
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