For Seeking Heat - Swervedriver

You seem to circle miles above me Never hearing any word that I say

Eyes reeling from deadly pleasure

The last second don’t count anyway

Without the safety net you’re freed

To find serene pleasure of speed

A blur of beauty, intoxicating

Existence outstripped, outshined

Head clear cold chassis shaking

Encounter of body and mind

Erupting violent machine

Precise exultance so serene

Poised between risk and calculation

In a kind of wide-awake alert daze

Pretty pirouette accelerating

Beyond living in so many ways

Without the safety net you’re freed

To find serene pleasure of speed

Erupting violent machine

Precise exultance so serene