What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be?
Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?
Was that a metaphor for something more?
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
As I'm called through this fog of mace
My body, my spirit aligning in this
In this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
What would you say if it turns out that I'll stay?
Would it be okay?
Here in this place?
'Cause you know that I love these falling wires, dumpster fires, burning tires
Everything that I desire
Everything that I desire
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
As I'm called through this fog of mace
My body, my spirit aligning in this
In this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
I know that I should go, but
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
I know that I should go, but
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
There's nothing like Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
It's only here in Slaughter Race
Only here in Slaughter Race
Only here in Slaughter Race
It's only here in Slaughter Race