skandal - Motordeath Lyrics

Oh
Screams and apologies amount to nothing
Benighted sub-entity, lack of empathy
Confidence over experience, half a mile for every breath
Slave to the influence, slave to motordeath
Shift up gear and take a number
To ride the iron horse to hell (hell)
Wielding the scythe, judge and jury by right
The reaper's grip is loose tonight
Dwell in contempt and get more than you bargained for
Tease the motordeath
Shift up gear and take a number
To ride the iron horse to hell
Herald of blood, roaming intact, a killer on the road
Filled with gasoline, a mechanical carnivore
Oh
Oh
Get off before it's too late