Driving at highest speed
Restless search for facilitation
Nonetheless I proceed
I don't care of speed limitation
And I increase the speed
To surpass my despair and passion
The views outside repeat
As I remain tranquil and patient
My hands hold the steering wheel
Now let me roll; I'll quickly flee
I will return, surely will,
The engines growl; In tired glee
My hands hold the steering wheel
Now let me roll; I'll quickly flee
I will survive, surely will,
I'm after all; A bustling flea
The night brings up the speed
I flee from a senseless tension
Henceforth I succeed
To avoid this dark intention
I love the smell of speed
They raise the bridges near the station
I rush my iron steed
To prevent anguish and frustration