No Mistakes
by Death is Not Glamorous· from Soft Clicks
A moment to feel free, bike racing i am free
so far, so far, so good, so good
no brakes, no mistakes old neighborhood
sunset, sunrise, i take it all through
the widest eyes, suddenly unbound, cut loose
all around the world moves and i move within it
i am a part of this i am intrinsic
i am an impulse racing through a nervous system
and all i can do is smile
"we are not vessels, we are missiles"