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 climbing
As I'm caught through this far-off maze
My body, my spirit, aligning this
In this place called slaughter race
In this place called slaughter race
In this place called slaughter race
What 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 wires
Down to fires, burning tires
Everything that I desire, everything that I desire
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
As I'm caught through this far-off maze
My body, my spirit are lining this
In this place called Slaughter Race
In this place called Slaughter Race
I know I should go but
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
I know I should go but
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
Oh yeah
No, I really don't want to yet
Oh yeah
In this place called Slaughter Race
In this place called slaughter race
My body, my spirit, I'm in
In this place called slaughter race