Deepsound — Domínio Do Gravee

Smoke on the glass, feel the voice in the dark.
One light in the dash, then the whole night sparks.
Blacktop in my veins, tire marks in the rain.
I don't slow for pain, I just chase that frame.
Steel on my chest, pulse under stress.
Eyes on the bend, no time to rest.
Hold that line,
clear my mind.
Hear that grind,
feel the dime. Run it back, run it back.