Nyoom
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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