Want to bet your life today?
Turn the key and accelerate
The crimes of today are not counted
Since you die by this ignorance
Road of blood and broken glass... highway of death... br381!
The death has smell of asphalt
All are blind to the exhortation
Cars has become machines of war
Roads are camps for extermination
Highway of death, one last breath,
Highway of death... régis bittencourt
The war around me is a game of speed and violence
Death machines guided by hate and intolerance
When to kill is a radical sport
The justice sees just what want
Now the fuel is blood of the dead one
Murderers running on four wheels
Highway of death, one last breath,
Highway of death... br 381
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