Burn the cage… (v5.5)

[Instrumental Intro] She rides like thunder through the city’s veins, Chrome and leather, her only chains. Gasoline kisses the midnight air, Her smile whispers: Touch me — if you dare. (Touch me… Touch me… Touch me…) [Instrumental] No master, no map, no mercy in her stride. She fucks the road while the weak ones hide. Her freedom hums in every gear, Every moan rings crystal clear. She takes what she wants, when the hunger calls, No man’s command, no cage, no walls. Desire is her weapon, sharp and bright — Every climax carves her name in the night. [Instrumental] Billboards burn, the system screams, But she’s already smoke in neon dreams. Behind her lies the world she broke, Ahead: the fire, the dawn, the smoke. She’s not a dream — she’s gasoline, A spark in flesh, a rebel machine. No saints, no gods, no velvet lies, Just speed and sex beneath black skies. [Instrumental Build] Ride! Ride! Ride! Till your heartbeat shatters every chain. Live wild, live raw, live fucking sane. Burn the cage… Burn the cage… Burn the cage… Burn it down and kiss the flame. Till your heartbeat breaks the chain, Freedom moans your name — Again. Freedom moans your name… Again!