SIX SEVEN BRUTAL PHONK

Black, black, black asphalt burns under neon lights. Shadows stretch across the endless night. Steel Beasts roar in the empty lane. Adrenaline spikes through every vein. Mirrors blur as we pick up speed. Feeding the hunger that we need. Feel the shake in the concrete floor. Kick down the lock on the garage door. No rules here, just pure control. Losing grip but keeping soul. Six-seven. Riding through the haze. Lost inside the midnight maze. Tires scream. Against the code. Stories written. Never told. Six-seven. Six-seven. Six-seven. Six-seven. Smoke trails linger in the air. Danger lurks everywhere. Eyes focused on the red line glow. Where the wild spirits go. Feel the piston punch the sky. Watch the world go rushing by. Heartbeat syncs with engine sound. Feet planted on the ground. Six-seven. Burning up the road. Carrying this heavy load. Neon flashes blind the sight. Racing till the break of light. Drift away from reality. Embrace the dark insanity. Silence breaks with sudden force. Stay upon this violent course. Six-seven. Owning every turn. Lessons that we had to learn. Speed is all we understand. Ruling over this barren land. Fade into The morning mist. By the darkness, we were kissed.