No Breaks (Underground)

Red light.

Still moving.

No brakes

No brakes

Too late

No brakes

No way back

No safe place Too late

No brakes (no brakes) Night shift,

black glass Eyes low,

move fast Everybody watching Waiting on the crash Cold breath,

cracked mirror Something getting nearer

Every mile forward Make the warning sound clearer I don't slow down

I just tighten the rhythm

Pressure keep rising I keep moving within it

No brakes

No brakes

Too late

No brakes

Running through patterns and packing the cadence They watch from the shadows

and pray that I break it I sharpen the consonants,

tighten the placement Then switch to the half-time and stare while they

wait Slow.

Still here.

Then— Back into motion,

I'm locking the meter The faster it gets,

every syllable cleaner

No hesitation, I'm breaking the spacing And stacking the phrases in rapid

rotation Pressure

behind me, the road getting narrow Still hit

every word like I'm threading an arrow

NO BRAKES

NO BRAKES

TOO LATE

NO BRAKES

NO WAY BACK NO SAFE PLACE TOO—