Down the rabbit hole into the wishing well, Down the consciousness into a new blood cell, Down the barrel of a gun to a rebel, Down the bullet holes into a warmer hell. It’s T-minus seven seconds to the death of hope And another seven inches to the end of the rope, It’s a gap between what I had been And what I turn into.
VERSE 2:
Through the synapse of an unexpected dream, Through the memories that crawl right under my skin, Through the burning, through the wavering within To nowhere, to somewhere I had never been. It’s T-minus seven breaths to what I know as you And a single glance to what I thought was true, I am right between my images And what you turn into.
CHORUS 1:
I ride far and fast Away from all my past To a future I can’t meet ‘Cuz it’s a few seconds ahead Through every curve it’s got me beat.
I drive to what I see, Yet I don’t feel like I’m free. There is hell close at my heels, My past is a second behind, My present right under my wheels.
Up the tunnels of my new mutating fright, Up the veins, through indiscretion to delight, Through the dangers that I couldn’t leave behind, From the killing depths to an undiscovered height. It’s T-minus one illusion from me to you And a single step to where I’m running to, It’s the only way to stay ourselves In spite of what we’re turning into.
CHORUS 2:
I ride far and fast Away from all my past To a future I can’t meet ‘Cuz it’s a few seconds ahead Through every curve it’s got me beat.
I drive to what I see, Yet I don’t feel like I’m free. There is hell close at my heels, My past is a second behind, My present right under my wheels.
MIDDLE:
Are we dead? Or we’re just condemned? Are we at the end Of the world that we both knew? [love]
CODA:
We ride fast and free To where we’d never been, To a future that we feel Each time we inhale the air To live it now and live it now for real.
To live it now and live it now for real.
We’re not dead And we’re not condemned, A new world comes ahead, The T-minus is over… x2