Electric Phantoms
Wind at my back, Sun's in my face
Forever racing at a catastrophic pace
Starving, freezing and feeling mean
Speed wheel is grinding and the engine’s running clean

The rusted wings of metal become pure again
From sea to bloody sea, this grueling nightmare never ends
Never ends
Drunk on adrenaline, high on acceleration

Dirty living
Rebel angels of the highway
Devil dealing
Running for our lives
Black hole shadows that swallow the light
Electric phantoms
Riding hard into the night

High on octane and low on sleep
Time's passing slow and still so far to go
Crazed from the heat, ringing in my ears
Another witchstricken town at the rear

Ambassadors of Hades
Bringing the darkness to your door
Electric phantoms cutting souls down to the core
To the core
Drunk on adrenaline, stoned on acceleration