Adrenaline pumping fast,
No way in hell im finishing last,
Don't let time slip past.
No time to do the math,
that bronx about to get a spur bath.

In The Gate, some people just choose there fate.
Lean back or it'll be too late.

Thrusting it's legs out with every buck,
throughing you off after 8 seconds in the muck.

This Addication feels like it should be fiction.
Dawn of the day
alot of prices I need to pay,
but they all will go away,
once i hear that angry nay.

the bronc twistes his back,
leaving a buckin track.
He curls his neck and throughs a feirce face,
Tossing you off and kickin you in the face,
feels like you just got hit with a medevil mace.

cowboy up and git outta the way of hell,
he comes trashin thru leavin scars to tell.

The crowd explodes with cheer,
I guess they never saw your extreme fear,
your shining thru bright and clear,
Proud as hell you shed a tear.

Coughing up blood from bein thrown in the mud,
you feel like crud,
but ready for another thud.

another thud of adrenaline bein pumped into your veins,
grind you teeth,
arms are streind,
lean back your bodys ingrained,
into that broncs back there nothing left no more slack.

Adrenaline pumpin fast the gate is open,
but that ole bronc aint doin no lopin,
mother in the adiance isa moapin.

to see her little girl out in dust,
they came up to her and got her help they must,
but it's too late in hope they trust.

Layin next to the beeping life line,
slowly she fades off dyin,
every body around try not to be cryin,
but oh last time shes sighin.

R.I.P is all they say,
at the funeral that lastes all day,
her tomb stone so worn and grey,
nobody even chose to stay.

It's dawn in the day,
in the ground she lay,
alot of prices she had to pay,
6 feet under is where she'll stay in enturnal sleep
dreamin of 8 seconds she'll need to keep,
while every body else in a silent weep.
 
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