Cutting eyes toward the prize underneath the jagged skyline
Looking like teeth in a straight line shining unnatural white
You hear a stirring sound
Familiar and profound
To you
You don’t know what it is
Do you
On every weekend night, stockcar racing stripes blur like a springtime rite
Blanket stares, violent and unawares, unwrap silver token cares
Narrowed eyes and fists held upright, cursing the silent night sky
You feel the shaking ground
You tremble at the sound
Below you
The truth is sharp as spears
Inside you
Capitalize your name on the billboard sign and put flashing lights beside
Confirming blue and black as the hues on the righteous track the ones that will bring you back
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Lyrics submitted by D Goans.