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Electric Phantoms

Wind at my back, sun's in my face

Forever racing at a catastrophic pace

Starving, freezing and feeling mean

Speed wheel is grinding and the engine’s running clean

The rusted wings of metal become pure again

From sea to bloody sea, this grueling nightmare never ends

Never ends

Drunk on adrenaline, high on acceleration

Dirty living

Rebel angels of the highway

Devil dealing

Running for our lives

Black hole shadows that swallow the light

Electric phantoms

Riding hard into the night

High on octane and low on sleep

Time's passing slow and still so far to go

Crazed from the heat, ringing in my ears

Another witchstricken town at the rear

Ambassadors of Hades

Bringing the darkness to your door

Electric phantoms cutting souls down to the core

To the core

Drunk on adrenaline, stoned on acceleration