[Verse]
Sliding through the Northwoods, tires scream, they cry,
Smoke trails whisper secrets, carve lines in the sky.
Drift kings in the shadows, no faces, just the grind,
Film reels rolling, CFilms got the time.
[Chorus]
Burnt rubber, life's fleeting, edges we toe,
Performance cars roaring, hearts race where we go.
Drift on the razor, balance life and the grave,
Northwoods nights, we legends, we slaves.
[Verse 2]
Engine purrs like a panther, darkness the throne,
Adrenaline's the script, the drift writes its own.
Cameras catch the chaos, frames freeze the thrill,
Northwoods legends live, chasing that kill.
[Bridge]
Film flickers, truth hidden in the haze,
Gasoline baptisms, fire lights the craze.
Performance tuned demons, tarmac's their prey,
Northwoods rituals, lost souls at play.
[Verse 3]
Slide wide, clutch kick, moonlight in the chrome,
Race against the reaper, blacktop is home.
Drift marks, hieroglyphs, messages in the tar,
CFilms archives legends, immortalized in scars.
[Outro]
Racing ghosts, no finish, no start,
Northwoods symphony, beats of a broken heart.
Performance fades, but legends remain,
Drift through eternity, freedom in pain.