Paradise Lost - Living With Scars err Cars
It's speeds intention
We pass through the fast lane
Upholding the european pleasures at hand
God driven traits
Living with Cars
Through bleak acceleration
We task through disaster we face
In fear of radar detection we stand
God Driven grace
To speed again
Taken by the ones with blue lights
Without a solitary reason
It’s like tickets from a shade tree
Don't see it any other way
It’s speeds inception we must not brake
With dark acceleration
A passing in the lanes awaits
Withholding pleasures
At hand all that gods driven drained