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Back of my head, I feel the sensation
My head's full of Christ and his own creation
I feel like Jesus Christ heading for the station of the cross
Heading for the station of the cross
In my death trip, death trip
In my death trip, death trip
In my death trip, death trip
In my death trip, death trip
Head is full of Christ, holy well of bloody picture
The devil's had it for me, just ain't no prediction
I feel like a hero heading for extinction
Well, that's your lot
I feel like a hero heading for extinction
That's your lot
Death trip
Death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Alright
Look out for it now
Now I lift up to sensation
Now I lift up to sensation
Feel like Jesus Christ heading for the station
Feel like Jesus Christ heading for the station of the cross
Just like a hero
Just like a hero heading for extinction
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip, death trip
Cruising in my death trip
Death trip
I don't care
Come and take me
That's your lot
All your lot
I feel like Jesus Christ
I'm heading for the station of the cross
What a way to say it, sir
Now I don't care
Clutch I'm catching up
Ash I'm coughing up
Eyeball choking up
Mind is breaking up
Engine taking up speed
Engine pressing myself
I am smoking in the engine
And I'm thinking it's breaking down
Clutch I'm snapping to
Fast lane, fast lane
Monkey on elastic
Up and down
Monkey on elastic
Oh, up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Show us your elastic
Death trip
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