run out time to get it driving so fast I can barely steer it drifting into another Lane of life handle on the grip of pain is mine time to paint a picture a plan design open your eyes just to real lies what you living ain't real hands off the wheel we about to smash this b**** we about to crash it right into your mind so open your eyes to something that you thought was so blind we about the climb so high that you thought that we could fly so clean cut like a cut of pie you can see the pain so deep in my eyes ain't no surprise that they tried to pull apart my mind such a waste of my time as they live in their lies in The bottom never mine