Fasten your seatbelt, but don't shut your eyes
Prepare your young self for a fatal surprise
Feel the heat of the fire as it burns through your veins
You can never turn back, there is no switching lanes
Enter a dungeon of brutilized hell
where bloodshot optics lock you under their spell
A place without sanity and civilization
where people seek to kill in this barbaric nation
they feed off of greed and innocent souls
they'll place human skulls on decorative poles
they'll laugh at your agony and damage your brain
their hideous screams will make you go insane
You're running out of gas and have no money to spend
You can't runaway, for you've reached a dead end...
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