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