You can move so fast you stop travelling
A bullet that's gone blind to the barrelling
You're racing time
You
can miss the point with the slightest push
You can try to lose with your winning touch
When your time is up
Just
start travelling
And take the time
To lean the curve
Hear the rhyme
Of people
When they're talking to you
With
your feet on fire
It's all you know
That ashphalt melts
You burn the road
For people
Who are following you
It
could end in a minute
And you won't know it's gone
It could end in a minute
With all you have not done
