A high performance demon, at the speed of light. Screaming through the gears in the middle of the night. Don’t know where I’m going, high on octane fumes I ride at the redline, so give me some room. Speed kills, it kills you to see me running so free. Speed kills, I leave you in the dust, and a memory. The fast lane is too slow, my eyes see white lines. My only goal is a low estimated time. The only speed limit I recognize is a big block V-8 that is opened up wide. Four speeds and overdrive, nitrous in my veins. The road appears before my eyes and passes through my brain. As I scream by you wonder, just who might I be? The only evidence I leave is just a memory.