Why hold on?
Your hands are getting sore
You must be scared of something
From the time before, well...
Were here again
How long, who knows?
Its not your right to tell me
Where this trip will go
Pull away
Youre 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
Its weary from the stress
Getting delirious
i didnt want this race
We cant keep up this pace
We dont 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
Ill pay for it tomorrow
Youll pay for it today
And as we drive away
Ill make my pleasure greater
Push the accelerator

(and down we go)