Racing, building, blood fulfilling, nothing gained without a loss. Holding, breathing, brain is steaming, eyes locked on but I kiss the cross. Pushing, thumping, hearts are stomping, knuckles white against the wheel. Breaking, shifting, the ground is taken, nothing left but how you feel. Shouting, screaming, the crowd is dreaming, the end will come when the laps are done. Sweat is dancing, thoughts are racing, nothing left and the silence comes. Throbbing, speeding, shifting, bleeding, the engine sounds it's final call. Turning, spinning, fires not burning, it's time is up, it's time to fall.