From the recording [mpt]
Lyrics
I can't find the gear, and times getting short
I need acceleration or come screaming to a halt
I know I've always been heading for a crash
But the life before my eyes wont even fill a flash
I slam my feet down, let the pedals decide
I’ve swerved death before but now is my time.
I’m caught in a spin, flipped through the fuckin’ air
A goodwill gesture to Mother Nature
I don't brace, I don't prepare for impact
I'll Feel Every convulsion, every bone that cracks
My Every limb that’s torn apart
Every wound that rips between the beats of my heart
My Every organ that ruptures just serves to remind
Me that I’ve always been soft on the inside
Is this a mercy kill or an act of fate
I hope my mortal gamble means that rabbit is safe
As i compact contract and splat my last
I only hope that fluffballs still hopping on its cotton tailed arse.
By my obliterated pulp I wont even be there
I’ve finally mastered the art to disappear
What remains of me held in a crumpled metal cast
A liquefied concoction of a wasted life of graft
If I come around feeding vegetation
I’ve achieved my life’s goal of disintegration