The drivers on the roads
They think they are the owners
They can speed without borders
They think lives are so cheap
The attitude of giving way
They don't learn while on the wheels
They think they are the owners
The roads give way to their interests
The devilish angels smile
The souls they can collect
The drivers on the wheels
Don't you never think at all?
The journey piling up
Of crashed cars and dead bodies
Why in a hurry to go home?
They forget “slow and steady wins the race”
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