Things are getting slower,
Time running down to a stop at the red lights,
The car thinks there's something wrong with them,
So it runs on it's own depression,
My legs are faltering as I attempted to pour more gas,
All I did was start a fire,
My charred hands try to take a hold of the wheel but the car has other plans,
I inject poison into my veins to hope I can hear my existence once again.