Night riders thru the endless speed tunnel
The sunset wind blowing upon our frozen faces
The road is too rough and our decision's final
Gotta flee to a far spot where no one can find us
The newly bred mutants, void of fears and emotions
We cling to one another, too tired of mundane struggle
Abandoned, cancelled and X-rated by the most nations
The safest option for us is never quit the saddle
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