Deathrace

Rebel racer speeding onWill you ever reach the sun?Blazing chrome, gleam machineFastest thing you've ever seenMelting rubber clear a turnYou can smell the tires burnRapid speed, really steamingBeyond the realms of deathWith each unspoken breathThere's nothing you can't faceIn a death raceStraightforeward course not hard to holdInto the mists, nights so coldYou create a battle zoneEngine grinds to the boneSmell of gas fills the airFuel leak, best bewareDriving hard, no second thoughtWarning lights, don't get caughtAiming for the blazing sunSo close he thinks the battle's wonFuel blows from a single sparkFireball lights up the darkRebel racer is no moreBattle's lost, black smoke and goreTime forgets another soulOne more mark on the death tollBeyond the realms of deathWith each unspoken breathExplosion leaves no traceIn a death race