He sees a vision, he sees the chain
Tool to tire to fire to flame
He sees the track split open wide
then drags them out before they know why
They spill from the stands with their lungs on fire
Names left hanging in the smoke and wire
The exit looks clean, they didn’t get away
Every small thing has a part to play
The smoke settles
The debt remains
You might escape the fire
But not deaths flame
Death keeps score on what’s foreseen
Metal and chrome, flying out of the screen
You might get away but you’ll never get free
Death, destiny, and flying debris
They study footage till the frames turn mean
Every pause hides a little machine
A hose, a hook, a ceiling stain
Another life ended, all the same
They mark the names and map the chain
Try to end the cycle before the pain
Save one life, then the pattern leans
And moves the blade to another scene
The smoke settles
The debt remains
You might escape the fire
But not deaths flame
Death keeps score on what’s foreseen
Metal and chrome, flying out of the screen
You might get away but you’ll never get free
Death, destiny, and flying debris
The fence opens up like a silver throat
The bleachers fold into ribs and bone
Engines scream in a circle of red
The sky throws parts at the back of their head
It’s never an accident
This is the score
Every later moment
Is the racetrack once more
Death keeps score on what’s foreseen
Metal and chrome, flying out of the screen
You might get away but you’ll never get free
Death, destiny, and flying debris