we're driving 90 miles an hournn(i think it's, gone too far)nnand i don't see any lightnn(at the end, of the road)nnand all the windows are coming downnn(let it go)nnno one's around right nownnnnbut it's alright, because shock value has become the motto of this western mediannoffend as many people as possiblennthat's the latest fetishnnbut the people are getting numbnnthey need morennthey want morennbecause being turned on is worth as much as money in the banknnnnhow far can we gonnnothing can stop us nownnlet's push hardernni think we lost the brakesnnnnand now the radio is onnn(it plays the, latest song)nngive me something to believenn(something fake, something cheap)nnwe are so easily mislednn(it's our freedom)nnnnwe've lost all self-control insteadnnit's our selfishness that's fednnthe money's burning, now that they're learning,nnwhat can be mentioned, to keep our attentionnnnni think we lost the brakesnnwe push as much as it takesnnalthough it alienatesnnlook at the money it makesnnnncan't stop, we forgot hownnwe've lost all restraint nownnpushing harder pressing downnnbrand new borders, to be crossed in timennnnall we need is something we can leave behind if only keep our soulsnnthe brakes are gone, put seat belts on,nnthough nothing can save us now