My life is rolling like the wheel
I´ve got no time to use the brake
I prefer own style at full speed
I´ m looking forward to next day
Ch:
BPM 180 (one eight o)
The blood attacks the boiling point
The man who wants to slow down
Has no chance to survive
This kind of life is like the dance
Of naked feet on broken gla**
Everyone says it´ll k** me once
Maybe then I´ m satisfied