Rolê sem freio, pedal through the floor (Version 2)

Intro

Cut the lines, drop the pin

Static on the dial again

(Again)

(Sem freio)

Verse 1

Two a.m., gravel kicking up against the fender plate

Steel rims scraping on the curb, I never hesitate (never)

Cut the high beams, riding on the memory of road

Heavy sub rattling the rust until the speakers blow (blow)

Torn vinyl sticking to my shoulder in the heat

Scent of sulfur and ozone rising from the street (street)

Yellow curb, white line, neither one is holy now

Watch the spark kiss the dark off the metal plow (plow)

They want clean paint, showroom velvet on the dash

I want dented chrome running straight into the flash (flash)

Bruised knuckles grip tight on the plastic ring

Listen to the engine block cough before it sings (sings)

No map folded in the pocket of the coat

Gasoline ghost with a whisper in the throat (throat)

Concrete shudder as the underpass swallows us

Leave the quiet world sleeping in the red dust (dust)

Chorus

Rolê sem freio, pedal through the floor

Never came knocking on an open door (no)

Rolê sem freio, tear the midnight wide

Ugly on the pavement, glowing on the inside (inside)

Rolê sem freio, watch the sparks ignite

We belong to the static and the teeth of the night (the night)

Verse 2

Industrial strip where the sodium lamps blink

Puddle full of diesel fuel shimmering in pink (pink)

Five-spoke wheels spinning out a cloud of black smoke

Coughing on the iron dust, laughing at the joke (joke)

They keep their porches lit, locked behind the screen

We chew up the asphalt, jagged and obscene (jagged)

Tape deck warped, pitch wobbling the sound

Feel the low frequency rumbling the ground (ground)

Four-cylinder screaming like a kettle on the coil

Footwell burning with the vapor of the oil (oil)

Radiator hissing through a hairline crack

We do not turn around, we never check back (never)

Mirror hanging loose by a single copper strand

Count the white posts flying past the open hand (hand)

Black grease tattooed deep across the wrist

Born in the blind spot, living in the drift (drift)

Chorus

Rolê sem freio, pedal through the floor

Never came knocking on an open door (no)

Rolê sem freio, tear the midnight wide

Ugly on the pavement, glowing on the inside (inside)

Rolê sem freio, watch the sparks ignite

We belong to the static and the teeth of the night (the night)

Bridge

Let the paint strip off in the sudden rain

Let the rusted iron rattle through the frame (rattle)

We do not need an altar, we do not need a guide

Just four empty lanes and the poison in the ride

(The ride)

Outro

Rolê sem freio

(Sem freio)

Rolê sem freio

Scrape the concrete rail

(Scrape)

Cut the ignition

Rolling into grey

(Sem freio)