Tekster: Death Is Not Glamorous. Soft Clicks. No Mistakes.

A Moment to feel free, bike racing I am free
So far, so far, so good, so good
No brakes, no mistakes old neighborhood
Sunset, sunrise, I take it all in through
The widest eyes, suddenly unbound, cut loose
All around the world moves and I move within it
I am part of this I am intrinsic
I am an impulse racing through a nervous system
All I can do is smile
?We are not Vessels, we are missiles?