Pedal to the metal

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[Chorus]
Pedal to the metal, engine starts to scream,
Living out the fantasy, a high-octane dream.
Smoke is from the tires, tearing up the seam,
We're a force of nature, an unstoppable stream!
Pedal to the metal, watch the engine gleam,
Crushing all my rivals, shattering their team.
Smoke is from the tires, a ghostly, grey regime,
This is my religion, this is my extreme!

[Verse 1]
The night's my only dealer, giving me an open lane,
I trade the mundane for the insane, the pleasure for the pain.
This hairpin turn contains the fragments of my whole campaign,
My hands are on the wheel, a pact to break the common chain.
I don't need their acclaim. The green light hits me like a spark.
It pushed me in my seat, the world around me turning dark.
Saw a rival in the mirror, but he couldn't make his mark,
This race is for the meaning, not just leaving tracks of bark.

[Chorus]
Pedal to the metal, engine starts to scream,
Living out the fantasy, a high-octane dream.
Smoke is from the tires, tearing up the seam,
We're a force of nature, an unstoppable stream!
Pedal to the metal, watch the engine gleam,
Crushing all my rivals, shattering their team.
Smoke is from the tires, a ghostly, grey regime,
This is my religion, this is my extreme!

[Verse 2]
I hit the drift and catch the moment, running on my pure instinct,
Life's a road where all your choices are in faded, blurry ink.
Every mile is a decision, every finish line's a trick,
And the screaming of the tires is my silent rhetoric.
Two wheels or a full chassis, just a different kind of ride,
But they all lead to the place where we have nothing left to hide.
Some will bet it all on luck, with fate and fortune as their guide,
I just trust a tank of gas and all the power held inside.

[Chorus]
Pedal to the metal, engine starts to scream,
Living out the fantasy, a high-octane dream.
Smoke is from the tires, tearing up the seam,
We're a force of nature, an unstoppable stream!
Pedal to the metal, watch the engine gleam,
Crushing all my rivals, shattering their team.
Smoke is from the tires, a ghostly, grey regime,
This is my religion, this is my extreme!

[Outro]
Starts to scream...
A high-octane dream...
My extreme...

[End]