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BOTTLED UP




Suicide doors, welded shut. Left hand, chained, to the suicide shift. Lips, locked, with a suicide girl..

Behind a blindfold, engine ice cold,
no hesitation, no contemplation,
just motivation the sensation.

Electronic instigation,

fired up and racin',

heart be pacin',

body shakin',

throttle brakin',

noise makin',

smoky inspiration..

No wills been inked, but the will beneath is covered in ink.

And in a blink, a white knuckle release down the street. Another suicide crash test sets 'em free.