Here we sit in a car. will we go far? We slam on the gas, then things become very fast. Flying down the road. pa**ing all life's little abodes. Just for the thrill of speed, to suit all our dark needs. Faster, faster, we go. here comes a detour will we go slow. Instead of going right, we crash through into the final night. Leaving behind the sign that read; reality detour, go slow. Now we will never know.