It slows my speed right down again.

It shows what hungry eyes will never choose

To see in me.

I'm focused as a cloud,

I'll never show my inside out.

The camera knows he'll never capture me,

At full speed,

Full speed.

The voice behind the mask,

It's a wonder more don't ask to see,

The sights the sounds that senses,

That they never choose to see.

Each slave looks like a swan,

It's in the blood of everyone.

Taking in not taking part, a race that's to be won,

At full speed,

Full speed,

It's fine you say,

To carry on until tomorrow,

You wear my smile away,

But you're not the one who's racing at full speed.

Full speed.

I'm fine today,

Perhaps I'll crash and burn tomorrow.

I'll smile and turn away,

Cos you're not the one whose racing at full speed.

Full speed.