One hundred and twenty miles per hour towards freedom!
Chasing after my mind as it moves always faster with integrated tape loops and primitive insight.
I’ve been up for three days already, masking my insanity with drugs and alcohol.
Half empty case of bottles in the back seat.
It’s eight in the morning and I’m halfway to Canada!
The cops won’t catch me, they don’t have my sense of timing
Synchronicity and serendipity, pure prescience.
They don’t have a chance when the world bends to my will!
Bound to a twisted fate.
I’m in the right place at the right time, all the time!
There is beauty and order in random events!