careen down highway 666
We wanna go, crush the slow,
as the pitchfork bends the
needles grow
My arms are wheels, my legs are
wheels, my blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey
of the ema, to the abbey of the ema
Blood is pavement
The grill in the front is my sinister
grin, bugs in my teeth make
me sick sick sick
The objects may be larger than
they appear in the mirror
My arms are wheels, my legs
are wheels, my blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey
of the ema, to the abbey of the ema
Blood is pavement
When you ride you're ridden,
when you ride you're ridden
I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will, I will hurry there, there
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
Blood is pavement
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