Testo Overload

We tied it open as it rotted
And left some pieces by the road to gather dust and be forgotten, as all our systems overload
The clock is ticking way too loud. And the pistons ache
As it all starts breaking down
And you fill the tanks
As you watch it pour back out

White knuckles take it to the bottom of things it shouldn't climb at all, with pedals hanging from the column, and nothing else to stop the fall The clock is ticking way too loud. And the pistons ache
As it all starts breaking down. And you fill the tanks
As you watch it pour back out

The clock is ticking way too loud. And the pistons ache
As it all starts breaking down
Only getting louder now
As the engine shakes
With a cold heartbreaking sound. And you fill the tanks
As you watch it pour back out. And you see you've taken
One last time around