What can it be that caused me to this place today?This lawless car ballet, what can it be?Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wingsore?Or is that a metaphor for something more?Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbingAs I'm caught through this far-off mazeMy body, my spirit, aligning thisIn this place called slaughter raceIn this place called slaughter raceIn this place called slaughter raceWhat would you say if it turns out that I stay?Would it be okay here in this place?Cause you know that love is falling wiresDown to fires, burning tiresEverything that I desire, everything that I desireNow I'm flying, my spirit's climbingAs I'm caught through this far-off mazeMy body, my spirit are lining thisIn this place called Slaughter RaceIn this place called Slaughter RaceI know I should go butI really don't want to yetI really don't want to yetI know I should go butI really don't want to yetI really don't want to yetI really don't want to yetOh yeahNo, I really don't want to yetOh yeahIn this place called Slaughter RaceIn this place called slaughter raceMy body, my spirit, I'm inIn this place called slaughter race