Lost in the enumerated spiral of the
speedometer
Lost in the lines swelling from
unity, shooting past
Lost in your own big beautiful
eyes in the rearview
Perceptibly fast, perceptibly getting faster
Perceptibly loud, perceptibly getting louder
Vegas may never sleep, but the rest of the state does
They leave all the lights on to guide the am traveler
To stops that have been closed for hours
Faster, and nevermind the fear
Louder, and nevermind your ears
Out of this fucking desert by morning
Can't see all of these colors wash over all of that nothing
Can barely take the infinitely tamer neon skeletons of the night
The faster you drive, the sooner it'll be over
The louder it is, the sooner you'll understand the words
Road hum from the wheels into your hands
The illusion of control
Bass vibrations from the sub into your body
The illusion of escape
Faster
Louder
Saw the nodeshell and fell in love with its imagery. Don't kill me for the title's length, ok?