Countless emotional response, waves the beginning of a race so loud in its energy it bounces of the radicles of my heart to run away into the nightly invisible
From withing the dark layers hidden and the angles ridden, I could fly and die, ryde and die into the stars of the blissful gangster soul - the faith of the engine revs its lust to dissappear into the horizon of a drivers beat - the foot and hand of expiremental awakening,
WHO IS GOING TO WIN BUT ME>?
The fast depths within me sign to a rhythm of control, allow the hypnotisation of this crucial spot to grow, to envisage the end the way it must be
I MUST WIN
The furious magnifies to the effect of speed of temper and no peace, the dust rises to cover all the hustler feel - eyes stare into the others bullshit and the way the lies branch out to turn the key
THERE IS NO PEACE within me, NOW it is the destiny of tonight
and I part with evolution and welcome destruction as long as it buys me fame and a heart of steel
my wheels turn and scratch the surface of a joke
I want to race the future and wait at the other side for it to arrive
with a cigarette in my hand that I held for an hour or so....
Chasing my mind into corners of trouble until I beg for escape
Behind me is history catching up
Going to consume me with mistakes
and I MUST NOT LET GO NOW,
I must not brake abroad in exports of time
where am I
How do I do this??
within the dark alley ways and mad prays
I could NOT get what I wish for
even though engines scream politely to the surface
I face that I may discover what it is I dream for
What it is I want to reach the sky for
In a background of artifact on streets I once walked on
now I pistol the stars to burst the truth
Burn marks or stretch marks of pain
there we are bound and they become wound in evidence
that I am lost in this page and that meaning, that story and that life
I am confused by that time and that effort, those temptations and those passions
the way they choose their freedom
and the way I choose mine
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