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Destination Dead
Contributed by
lostinlimbo
on
Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 06:26:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Here we go again
Another bout
Another win
The smell of burning rubber
As the gears shift in
Slam them down
A swig of bottled sin
A glance to the right
He grins at me
Then we break sight
Pedal to the metal
Tonight he's gonna cry
When take his woman
And poor excuse for a ride
Theres the winning circle up ahead
Flip the switch, slam the button
And I nitro towards the bread
I take him with ease and laugh out
Before I slam on the breaks and fill with dread
I can't stop, there's a curve! Someone help me!
720 degrees, three flips later.. I'm dead.
Intoxication
Supped up creation
Exhileration
Destination
Termination
Dead.
Copyright ©
lostinlimbo
... [
2004-01-12 06:26:56] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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