A fraction of time is all you need
You don't know that your obsessive speed
Will be the death of you
You'll end up black and blue
Like the sky filled with the hatred that you bring,
Over the contest to see who's king
Of the road ruled by the man in the tower
Selling souls for the primetime hour
Freeze to death anyway you please
Through corporation or sweet release
Get out of the game, don't try and win
Don't be the victim of the racing sin