The signal comes in a flash of green
And sets the rats upon their way
Wheel-to-wheel and nose-to-tail
So, will I play?
Metallic roars and Pirelli screams
A motion-blur in dust and flame
Forget the rules, don't give an inch
It's just a game
The Sun will come and the race will begin
There's nowhere to run with the walls closing in
Escape is the dream but it preys on my mind that it's too late
It's hard to make sense of the photographs
Of the twisted metal graves
Our faith is in technology
And all it saves
The spiralled tracks remind us of
The ghosts of yest...
