E G A E  
He walks the streets full of dead meat, empty heads and cancelled eyes  
Got a pain I've got a hunger, lord my soul ain't satisfied  
It ain't hard to be a sinner, lord it's hard to be a saint  
Had a taste you've had a glimmer, start to shiver can't be what you ain`t  
Here we come we're coming fast, all the others are in the past  
Voices screaming in my head, into the future into the future  
Come on, come on  
Hit the accelerator, the accelerator