מילים לשיר Pole Position – INDK

They're stickin it to us now that we're almost there But it's our job to keep the lies out of the breathing air Are we in a position to pull an insurection
When it's our job to keep Corruption from total eruption Off the track
Short on time Human race Fall behind
The Great Escape The Vast Empire
The cold barbed wire
The fields of mines We're faling out and withering away Should we try and make a fairweather day When the finish line is beyond far away They're stickin it to us now that we're almost there
We'll never make it through the tear gass and the smoke filled air They're killing everyone nameless and poor
Outside I struggle to survive It's a fucking war We're dying off and sinking away Where the podium is out of bullet's rangeFar beneath the wings of the Enola Gay.