Mitzi Max

The sound of an engine 

I feel less stressed

My mind on the gas 

My heart is brake less

Brakes don’t exist to me

I feel the same, what a shame

I feel the same, what a shame 

Am I to blame?

Or only if I blame it away

Or beg it to escape before 

My engine skates 

Or escalates in flames

Of fire my heart burns

Then dies with desire

It’s only burning brighter

Which means I’ll live

And die harder