The death is beating at my chest,
My motor's breathing for the best,
My eyes are running from the past,
In race till hell I am the last.

My mind is all that I have left,
I'm not the devil but I am bad,
I think the God is very sad,
Creating life with no regrets.

The highway is the endless path,
I'm tracking dawn my own death,
This is the way that I have chose,
To leave the things that I love most.

I'm working hard
Drinking fuel.
I'm Playing God
Being cruel.
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