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You can feel the heat slowly comin'up

Like a heavy weight, resting on your shoulder

It will soon be risin' to the top

And the pressure doesn't seem to stop

Rushin' ruthless people

Lose their notion of the track

Dreamin' of the future

Forget about the past

It's rush hour on the road to madness

You can hear the roarin' of the world

Find your way between glorious times and sadness

And try to solve the riddles that you heard

Speeding to the next thing

Maybe running from yourself

And what's fair in your opinion

May be cruel to someone else

Sometimes things can block your view

Makes you wander what to do

But one has to clear his vision

To come up with the right dicision