
Is it the devil's hand, When I say, I do what I want, I ain't born to be a saint. I burst through the flash, And taste the ash, The trash I love Gives me the rash. From stash to stash, I patch the hatch But slash comes harsh And drops me at large. DON'T STOP AND DRIVE ! Drive. Drive. I never said that you could talk I never said that you could nod Just listen. Just... Listen. [Drop] Midnight's black, I run on dopamine. Freedom's measured In gasoline. AND IT COSTS ! It felt like I could never belong, Like life had pushed me out too long. A minute too late, a second too fast — One mistake, but not my whole past. DON'T STOP AND DRIVE ! DRIVE. [Instrumental] Speed limits, None I can take, But there are limits... That you can't break. ( “Go on, go on, accelerate…") ( “Go on, go on, accelerate…") ( “Go on, go on, accelerate…") ( “Go on, go on, accelerate…") There is a wall... behind. I don't see it yet. Others placed... The same bet. The outcome was known At the outset !! DRIVE ? DRIVE ??? DRIVE !!! It smells like pride, I’m alone, but damn — I ride. DRIVE. Say my name like a warning shot. Too fast to think about what I'm not. What I'll never be. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE.