The Sound of Speed
We are an endangered species you and I
We, lovers of speed
We devotees of power, performance, and noise
The evidence is everywhere
You and I are being squeezed out, pushed aside
And hunted down at every hairpin turn
And yet, there is hope
116 on the highway, never slow down on the byway
Never shy away from the pain or the blame
With one hand white knuckled on the wheel switching lanes
Shift down, headfirst, bad habits well versed
Wrong way forward into traffic at the very worst
Trippin' on the message while I'm counting all my blessings
Trying not to become wreckage but I gotta fix my clutch work
Blood sport, worldwide
Aggregated deicide
Pass around the blame while you worship the unsatisfied
Despondent slaughter, of your sons and daughters
But I know, how much we've lost along the way
Can't find the words to show, how everything we've sown
Is killing us slowly
Praise leads to lethargy then temptation leads to stress
Though my words may be a ministry my life is a mess
And I profess, that the gasoline infection burns in hindsight
But the sound of speed is loud enough
To cut right through the spite
Heel and toe, slow it down for a minute
The speed is gonna kill me though I don't want to admit it
Read my lips, I accept that I'm a hypocrite
But now I hear the sirens coming so I've gotta split
But I know, how much we've lost along the way
Can't find the words to show, how everything we've sown
Is killing us slowly
We, lovers of speed
We devotees of power, performance, and noise
The evidence is everywhere
You and I are being squeezed out, pushed aside
And hunted down at every hairpin turn
And yet, there is hope
116 on the highway, never slow down on the byway
Never shy away from the pain or the blame
With one hand white knuckled on the wheel switching lanes
Shift down, headfirst, bad habits well versed
Wrong way forward into traffic at the very worst
Trippin' on the message while I'm counting all my blessings
Trying not to become wreckage but I gotta fix my clutch work
Blood sport, worldwide
Aggregated deicide
Pass around the blame while you worship the unsatisfied
Despondent slaughter, of your sons and daughters
But I know, how much we've lost along the way
Can't find the words to show, how everything we've sown
Is killing us slowly
Praise leads to lethargy then temptation leads to stress
Though my words may be a ministry my life is a mess
And I profess, that the gasoline infection burns in hindsight
But the sound of speed is loud enough
To cut right through the spite
Heel and toe, slow it down for a minute
The speed is gonna kill me though I don't want to admit it
Read my lips, I accept that I'm a hypocrite
But now I hear the sirens coming so I've gotta split
But I know, how much we've lost along the way
Can't find the words to show, how everything we've sown
Is killing us slowly
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hill
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