Why hold on?
Your hands are getting sore
You must be scared of something
From the time before, well...
We´re here again
How long, who knows?
It´s not your right to tell me
Where this trip will go
Pull away
You´re dying today
You could enjoy it
If you could take your feelings with you
But put your mind on me
And suck my energy
And see the speed gets higher
I see you hold on tighter....

But just fatigue
Is all your face will show
It´s weary from the stress
Getting delirious
´I didn´t want this race
We can´t keep up this pace´
We don´t want to get well
We want to go to hell
We want an urban dream
The fucking urban scream
´This time was mine to borrow
I´ll pay for it tomorrow´
You´ll pay for it today
And as we drive away
I´ll make my pleasure greater
Push the accelerator

(and down we go)