Spikes on the road and air that floats,
Screams from the pits, pure human no more,
Breathing steel and wheels in smoke,
Asphalt melts, crank-shaft revolves.
I find it perfect -- the harmony of mechanism,
I feel it's power -- the energy within.
Cut into the rocks, teared into the ground,
Thrusted by the stakes, sudden death in pounce.
Rain of stakes!
Fuel is my blood...
Fire in the smokepipes running through the mud,
Overheaten metal, fuel is my blood!
Tension in the engine, stones crash the glass,
Burning road and tires, fuel is my blood!
Ohh... not so hard...
Damaged within, but power isn't lost.
I find it perfect -- the harmony of mechanism,
I feel it's power -- the energy within.
Metal that rings and madness that shouts,
Who dies that wins, who wins that crowls.
Flesh meets steel and steel meets rocks,
Gasolin in veins, fuel is my blood!
Fire in the smokepipes running through the mud,
Overheaten metal, fuel is my blood!
Tension in the engin, stones crash the glass,
Burning road and tires, fuel is my blood!
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