trials fusion
Singer:bull, dan
i'm sitting on the saddle of my motorcylce
kicking up the gravel that'll poke your eyeball
making roads though only sidewards
go to the right 'til i pawn my rivals
you wouldn't like to try this but i would
'til my bones are broke like plywood
two wheels and a health care policy
with the hospital costs that i've got
every third world debt could be dropped and forgot
there must be an easier route
but if i took a bus for an easy commute
then i wouldn't see the scenery too
who can easily do maneuvers
that need to be seen to believe to be true
to see a futuristic mystic misfit
do the sickest flip trick in the district
'til i break stuff like the dude that's in limp bizkit
you're too simplistic to risk it
you could sit and sift through statistics
and never see another human who's sadistic
kick in the ignition 'til my boots are twisted
true peristence and brutal quickness
rips through resistance of stupid nitwits
it's a twist of the wrist and the gears are shifted
if you're in my vision even peripherally
i'll rip you to little pieces deliberately
plenty more fish in the sea
collectively we're going to leave you stressed out
'til evidently you gonna need a rest
i apologise for my intrusion
but i want to fight with isaac newton
when i ride my bike disproving his life's delusion
gravity is a trite illusion
that tries reducing my skyward movement
but my conclusion is i'm going to fly