A roller coster is forever the same. You're nothing without your fame.
Buckle up, cause' life is about to roll. You follow the turns without any control.
Two minutes and life is flashing by. The pressures hurt and you just "wanted to try".
Drenched in techo-beats and flaming heats on worn-out seats.
Uphill, and you're falling in love. The seats crash into a cooing turtle dove.
Downhill, and everything falls apart. And yet, the rollercoster hasn't even begun to start.
Twitching and dragging, the beats hurt your head.
You stop in front of the line on your deathbed.