Emotions so thick
My muscles are stiff
and my anger will
one day run me off a cliff
I don't see the lines
as they pass me by
foot to the floor on
the pedal just drive
Drown out my thoughts
w/ the music so loud
I can't even hear what
this song is about
The drums are obnoxious
w/ way to much bass
and my vents blow
Fucking cold air in my face
I pass 80, 85 and then 90
w/ no sign of stopping
My speedometer's climbing
Cut out the pain
w/ my razor blade
eyes on the road
as I hack away
Why give a fuck
always bad luck
I swear to God
it never let's up
Proceed without caution
here comes a bend
Hands off the wheel
Is this the end ?
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