Pleasing the colors on the street, all the lanes turn bleak.  The motions in my seat pull my head back up to speed.  As my mind skids, I get rid of more bricks, that make me sick.  A moment where everything's better, an amusement park of letters.  The numbers seem to pull me in, as they advertise each sin.  The flashing continues, as the ride spins more, and it feels like I've been here before.  The blood on the floor, and once again another dead one.