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Engines screaming down a midnight vein, Red and blue cut through the rain, Sirens howling like they know my name, Every turn just feeds the flame. Hands tight gripping stolen time, Heartbeats syncing with the crime, Rearview full of flashing ghosts, I’m just running from what I chose. Tires burn on shattered lines, City blurs in neon signs, Helicopters paint the sky, Nowhere left to run or hide. And I told myself I’d make it out, Just one more turn, don’t think about The weight of every reckless mile— Truth’s been chasing me a while. Fuel gauge dipping into red, Echoes pounding in my head, Road ends where the shadows grow, Still I push, got nowhere to go. A final stretch, a broken bridge, One last gamble on the edge, Sirens fade—just silence then— A breath before the bitter end. Light erupts, the world undone, Fire blooms like a dying sun, Steel and smoke and shattered cries, Ashes drift where hope once tried. And in the ringing aftermath, No more road and no more past, Just the echo of what I became, And the ruin left in my name. Oh, what have I done… What have I done… Traded life for the thrill of the run… Now there’s nothing left but the smoke and the sun.