Texty: Justice. 2 Minutes 2 Live.

Leaving the club, 8 beers swallowed
Staggering straight to your car
Don't waste no thought on your recklessness
Knowing your home is not far

Starting the engine, shift to first gear
Invulnerable you are
Gaining speed with every second
You are the highway star

Run - faster

Taking the corner devil-style
Finally risking it all
Tires are losing the grip on wet leaf
Clenching the wheel as you skid

The engine's roaring one last time
You're watching the tree coming near
Never been afraid of dying
Pain is your only fear

As the blood runs
Out of your countless wounds
You realize, you'll die

Live fast
Die young
You just got 2 minutes to live

Cut off leg, broken arms
Trapped in your wrecked pile of steel
Percieving that you are unable to move
Pinned behind the wheel

Still conscious, massive pain
Watching your live passing by
Even if help comes, it will be too late
Make yourself ready to die