i like the smell of gasoline
i dont look when i cross the street
i look under my bed hoping the monsters would come after me
i dont use hands on motorbikes
on roller coasters i close my eyes
i jump on bridges thinking it’ll fall down on me sometimes
i dont wear protective gear
i let bears come real near
i run real fast downhill even when the path aint clear
the threat of death comes after me
got addicted to its taste, you see?
i am an adrenaline junky
an adrenaline junky
love the feeling im gonna die
its a little hobby of mine
look the reaper in the eye
feelin grim and so divine