A Quick Ride Lyrics


We are no customers

But the products here

In the end, Death

Sniffs us like amphetamine

Look him

In the eye

Getting high

On his own supply

Sexual attraction as

The obelix of power

Death can't throw a party

Without it

Look her

In the eye

Getting high

On her own supply

We weren’t planned

God hasn’t died

Evil is us

Not a lookalike

We are just programs

That shouldn't come alive

WE DON'T OWN TIME

WE'RE TIME'S SLAVES

A QUICK RIDE

ON AN ENDLESS WAVE

WE DON'T OWN TIME

WE'RE TIME'S SLAVES

A QUICK RIDE

ON AN ENDLESS WAVE