Spat into my lane
Daily traffic pain
Routine blood remains
Pumps in city veins
Creeps on petty pace
Wearing my work face
A dark and gloomy gaze
Guards my personal space
Streams of curses said
Hid inside my head
Drive-by shots of dread
Driving till I'm dead
Driving till I'm dead
Until I'm dead
In city veins
GPS is clear
Autopilot steers
A robot without fear
I hope the end is near
I hope the end is near
The end is near
In city veins