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After all, itś the adrenaline that counts

No focus to the lines on the inside and outside

Flashing colors and numbers pass through the peripheral

Dangerous to focus

 

Floored you can barely make out

After all, itś the adrenaline that counts

Something inside hints at danger

Flashing colors and numbers pass through the peripheral

 

The meter constantly climbs

Floored you can barely make out

Shapes and movement all around

Something inside hints at danger

 

At last an opening

The meter constantly climbs

You move forward to the outrage of the crowd

Shapes and movement all around

 

Getting closer, going towards the finish

At last an opening

Unsuspecting

You move forward to the outrage of the crowd

 

Out of nowhere you see something

Getting closer, towards the finish

No brake lights

Unsuspecting

 

Grinding and tearing with suspended motion

Out of nowhere you see something

Darkness starts to creep

No brake lights

 

Weightless you fall to the ground

Grinding and tearing with suspended motion

One long persistent sound comes across

Darkness starts to creep

 

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