Verse 1
Green lights feel like opening nights
But there’s no curtain call in sight
The scripted lines may be the muse to my soul
But the race lines trace my very being whole
Back then I danced in borrowed light
Lipstick brave, but hands held tight
Applause would echo in my chest
Yet something restless never let me rest
Pre-Chorus
I once saw pride and envy in the curtain wings
Whispers dressed in diamond rings
Now I see it through my visored gaze
Reflected back in sharper ways
Chorus
Gasoline veins, I don’t burn the same
No spotlight needed to spell my name
Engines roar where they used to cheer
Now I choose when they draw me near
Whether it’s adrenaline or gasoline
It’s liquid fire running through me
Green lights flash, I don’t explain
I found my edge in gasoline veins
Verse 2
Still my love for Italy rises
From Capezio to Ferrari’s prizes
From Salvatore stitched in grace
To Leclerc chasing first place
Silk once wrapped around my skin
Now leather hums where lace had been
The stage was sweet but this feels raw
Grip the wheel and bend the law
Pre-Chorus
They used to watch me spin on cue
Now I fly when the lights turn blue
No jealous eyes in hidden space
Just speed and silence I embrace
Chorus
Gasoline veins, I don’t burn the same
No borrowed heat, no borrowed flame
Tires scream like a hungry crowd
But this applause don’t feel so loud
Whether it’s adrenaline or gasoline
It’s confidence dressed in machine
Green lights rise, no chains remain
I was a girl, now gasoline veins
Bridge
Sequins fade but fire stays
I shed the glitter, kept the blaze
From theatre wings to racing lines
I rewrote fate between the signs
No more dancing to be adored
I chase the curve, I chase the roar
And every lap I break the frame
Of who I was before the flame
Final Chorus (Stripped Back then Full Beat Drop)
Gasoline veins…
Green lights feel like opening nights…
Gasoline veins, I own the flame
No crown required to rule the game
Applause was sweet but speed is truth
I met my woman where I left my youth
Whether it’s adrenaline or gasoline
It’s who I am, not who I’ve been
No curtain falls, no waiting stage
Just throttle heart and turning page
Gasoline veins.
DarkDesire
