All the bad weather in our veins... Comatose in strobe who complains...Take the edge off too uptight...Bored and loose from bitter and spite...What starts your engine...Do people buy their way in for the ride...Motor Motor...Id be lost at any other speed...Motor Motor...In my space is the place for me...People try to tell me whats best... Drive by weakness in their myths...I havent driven this far...By jumping on every star...We cant grow untwisted...Everyone has their own opinion...I wish theyd keep em...Motor Motor...Id be lost at any other speed...Motor Motor...In my space is the place to be...In my space is the place for me