Pissing in the cold wind on a heap of rust, smelling of moonlit blood
On a hellbursting road towards bitter revenge, Dreams will come true by force
Empty my bowels on bus, why the big fuzz?
Warning of safety not hear, spirit live forever
Ride until crash, break the rules
Conjuring spirit of madness in woods, purging of fear by destruction
Chasing the grave with filthy black lust, raving in petrol smoked boots
Crash wherever I see fit, living in a constant fit