Post by liquidpromise on Sept 9, 2006 15:15:54 GMT -6
Streamlining down the Interstate
100 to 120 miles per hour
Slam it into overdrive
Feel the rawness of pure power
As you slip and slide to miss your mark
Feel the pounding rip open your heart
Pull into a cul-de-sac
Zip a reversal from your attack
Climb forty flights of stairs
To your domain
Stick a hot scorching needle
Of warm juices into your veins
Slip back into reality
In and out of sweet pain
Misery the company you sell
To do it all over again
You awaken to a scream
The sound made by your own voice
Lying dead in your lap is the lady of your dreams
You ponder the need to make other choices
Speed is what you crave
To end this nightmare, that is your right
But you corner your self in a dead end
Faced with yourself, you go back to your life
Messages belay your answering machine
Will the incessant noise never end?
But, this is just another day for…
The ever elusive method man
100 to 120 miles per hour
Slam it into overdrive
Feel the rawness of pure power
As you slip and slide to miss your mark
Feel the pounding rip open your heart
Pull into a cul-de-sac
Zip a reversal from your attack
Climb forty flights of stairs
To your domain
Stick a hot scorching needle
Of warm juices into your veins
Slip back into reality
In and out of sweet pain
Misery the company you sell
To do it all over again
You awaken to a scream
The sound made by your own voice
Lying dead in your lap is the lady of your dreams
You ponder the need to make other choices
Speed is what you crave
To end this nightmare, that is your right
But you corner your self in a dead end
Faced with yourself, you go back to your life
Messages belay your answering machine
Will the incessant noise never end?
But, this is just another day for…
The ever elusive method man
