(Go) Figure-8

It starts off really fast, Like a spark ignites the gas, But the blast turns inward, Destroying all the air around. I-I can't breathe, I don't want to grieve, But, between us, There was no choice. Go! Go! Go Figure-Eight! Go! Go! Go Figure-Eight! It's simple steering: up or down, Left or right, no brakes to slow down. So every turn remembers me, And the scars outnumber paint on me. The track's endless, I-I do not decide, When the race concludes, Chaos in my stride. Go! Go! Go Figure-Eight! The pain is guaranteed. The wreckage is mine. Go! Go! Go Figure-Eight! The higher the speed, The faster the decline. Infinity's not for humans, Infinity's not for beings, But I'm glad we met, The Abyss. Go! Go! Go Figure-Eight! The pain is guaranteed. The wreckage is mine. Go! Go! Go Figure-Eight! The higher the speed, The faster the decline.
 "Ha-ha! Shit on it" "Woaahahahahaha"