1000 miles an hour
She's a speed demon
Creeping creeping towards you
On her void machine
Faster than the wind
And you can't touch her
Livin' on volume
And [bad word] 
The cycle of time
In broken patterns
Wings above the spinning wheel
Losing control, shattering power
Frozen in time
The iron flag burning

Tearing trash, in broken lines
Flames eat pavement
Leaving it wasted [bad word] on vapor
And tattooed brains
 [bad word] 
Through her metal veins

Livin' on volume & melted leather