When the day is gone, and night begins. And shadows search your next of kin.
The engine roars. You’re flying high. One things for certain. You’re gonna die.
Got what it takes, keep up the pace, or don’t show your face.
It’s the morphin’ high-speed chase!
Chorus: The morphin’ high-speed chase. (You’re gonna die)
The fire burns. You feel the flame. You don’t care nothing about the fame.
You mother fuckers, come take a ride. I’d like to welcome you, to your suicide.
That’s right motherfucker. How does it feel like to….stare death in the face?!
At the end it doesn’t matter. We all end up in the same place.
Wanna take a ride with me?!
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