Hazardous Curves

Lyrics

[Sesquipedalien] Many miles ahead where the road pretzels To text the horizon And colors become eschewed Where mountains belong in scrap books or post cards Where the road holds no dividers No oncoming traffic, no room for error Just protruding pellet, pelleted post Giving quick solid notice that around the corner lie Las Curvas peligrosas Hazardous curves... Demon, it's all a personal journey With and without high lows and low lows We rode to find out Fill your tank with global octane for event of pains and knots Check your levels and trading Fit into what we will now know This forgotten and serpentine fast As you gave it gas Thought of what could of and what others said should of Was only their task Living their lives in the nicely furnished flat They're furious to see you leave Don't ask to describe the masters kicking off and you believe Believe me, I know the feeling To grieve and to relieve yourself from what separates the fruit from the branches of turmoil trees To feed and become, food for thought Hear what? and ridicule lines on streamline inclined Action tires react to broken gravel Contact against traction, to travel Oblivious of what it is As you whizz recklessly close to colossal corners Peek sticker organ donors Caution! Curvas peligrosas seem to give treats to weary whores and women Veary knives of hope You'll cope when you get there But beware of excrutiating developments in this crash course For cliffs with fists, keep crisp contact Approaching vision This what became of decomposing demigods devout to devour And denote dexterity For their prosperity Conceiling themselves in serenity and sincerity Offering you a view on a hill Bouncing boulders in your way Hoping that you stray away Through adventures of honey and milk The lost road of silk That path that laughs last and still smirks No permanent parking No U-turn occaisonal rubber burn Yield crossing sacred cows Which come lurking about Near the hanging over lookouts And give no handouts In this mess exists always the existing the twisting I recommend you keep your hands on the wheel Irises on the road Note that the koopas and otrakosas Caution takes precaution from dear les curvas peligrosas And continue the days of the ???? Barren terrain and all in vain Question remains pondering Question the course, rugged and ragged Would it be more suitable if you're riding a horse without a mane Omnipassing, unyielding domain Miles per hour, needles remain stagnant Excursion, your version of this route is unclear Hear and see nothing but bog probability No insurance for liability Forgiving that at any time you will be found undermined by your own actions, wits As your momentum moves, breaking in occasional fits Wrapping around curves with pits No guard rails, no reflectors lit And this canyon sits with eyes Awaiting the drive-by Splatter dry flies and other bug parts straight to grill Now ask me if you've had your fill of uphill up tranquil Treatchery as if hex highway hits home Its easy to be misled to think You can't go further, backtrack And recover, but no bother Las curvas peligrosas crumble one and smother Flawlessly falling and isn't that appalling But adventure awaits no star Last, what is a song? A song is used to store strict perimeters of the DRC including: All 20 low bit points and their names Pre-post world times, low counts Points, loops, points, tracks, delays, dates, offsets Track including buttons Tempo maps and big formats Gen 6 settings and x6 sick settings The song start point is used to determine the location of beggining recordiong reffered to as bar010101400....