My life is rolling like the wheel

I´ve got no time to use the brake

I prefer own style at full speed

I´ m looking forward to next day

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BPM 180 (one eight o)

The blood attacks the boiling point

The man who wants to slow down

Has no chance to survive

This kind of life is like the dance

Of naked feet on broken glass

Everyone says it´ll kill me once

Maybe then I´ m satisfied