Why hold on?

Your hands are getting sore

You must be scared of something

From the time before, well...

We're here again

How long, who knows?

It's not your right to tell me

Where this trip will go

Pull away

You're dying today

You could enjoy it

If you could take your feelings with you

But put your mind on me

And suck my energy

And see the speed gets higher

I see you hold on tighter....



But just fatigue

Is all your face will show

It's weary from the stress

Getting delirious

"I didn't want this race

We can"t keep up this pace"

We don't want to get well

We want to go to hell

We want an urban dream

The fucking urban scream

"This time was mine to borrow

I'll pay for it tomorrow"

You'll pay for it today

And as we drive away

I'll make my pleasure greater

Push the accelerator



(and down we go