Look at the highway rolling on by,
Listen to the Demons screaming with delight,
Like thunder laced with cyanide.
The Angel tilts her in wonder,
The urge to sin rises deep inside her,
This darkness-clad psycho-rider.
Alone with the road you can finally speak,
To the demons screaming in your head,
Calm down you malevolent voices,
Things always change once you've bled.
I can finally say...
I am not afraid.
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