[ Featuring Destruction, Steven Lambke ]
Shunted to the next hold
Calibration-camber, caster, toe
Remember when we didn't know
And sent smoke back up the manifold
We got along in my opinion
We fit together like a rack and pinion
It's good to keep a little tension
On the fan belt, timing, suspension
I thought we'd have the world's attention
Thought there'd be a true ascension
But all I see is distance
All I see is land upon land
Hand over hand
Picking pebbles out of the oil pan
Full throttle
Satiates me, makes me whole
Full throttle
Tops up the stomach of my soul
Full throttle
Pluck a blanket from the cradle
Full throttle
Snapping static from the radials
You've already lapped me
Lead foot, peregrine's periphery
This 2.4 isn't feeling very snappy
Is this parade really making us happy
Maybe this isn't luxury
The maintenance is totally beyond me
This is all just beyond my pedigree
Full throttle
Satiates me, makes me full
Full throttle
Tops up the stomach of my soul
Full throttle
Pluck a blanket from the cradle
Full throttle
Snapping static from the radials
