"Traffic"

Running out of time, you don't seem surprised,
roadblock in sight, no screaming tires
and you're moving so slow.

Not a single smile is given,
they rather give you the finger
Car horns are the perfect greeting.
Traffic frenzy, no control.

Hang up the phone, you're not alone,
Here's your ticket, while they laugh at home!
Speed's a drug that can get you high

Hands on the wheel, stay cold and still,
You can live longer than you can feel
They wanna lock you up, you'll have to pay your fine

As long as it messes with your insight.

Driving out of state, drifting with no brakes
Silly mountains blow your mind away
Reach the border in no time

Can't explain the good old feeling
Road still empty, your slow breathing
Smoke signs while you see the city
Burning buildings, let it go

Hang up the phone, you're not alone,
Here's your ticket, while they laugh at home
Speed's a drug that can get you high

Hands on the wheel, stay cold and still,
You can live longer than you can feel
They wanna lock you up, you'll have to pay your fine

As long as it messes with your insight.

Slowly, your engine is dying..
Pull over there comes the siren..

Hang up the phone, you're not alone,
Here's your ticket, while they laugh at home
Speed's a drug that can get you high

Hands on the wheel, stay cold and still,
You can live longer than you can feel
They wanna lock you up, you'll have to pay your fine

As long as it messes with your insight.