Here we sit in a car.
will we go far?
We slam on the gas,
then things become very fast.
Flying down the road.
pa**ing all life's little abodes.
Just for the thrill of speed,
to suit all our dark needs.
Faster, faster, we go.
here comes a detour will we go slow.
Instead of going right,
we crash through into the final night.
Leaving behind the sign
that read; reality
detour, go slow.
Now we will never know.