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)
