Rolling down the highway, switching lanes, through the haze
With the static on the radio
Switching, switching lanes
Playing static on the radio
I lose the way in the static on the radio, as the chemicals arrange
But I ride the wave as the scenery's replaced with fiery flames
Flying through the flames
As the world around disintegrates
Flying through the flames as the world around disintegrates
I try to keep it cool in the fire
I'm trying not to panic but I
Oh I think we may have a situation on our hands