shaking shaking shaking

i radio in for backup, assistance.
where's my emergency brake?
riding a road that's full of sharp edges,
i'm afraid to turn right.
helicopters flood the sky,
the sound crushes my skull.
people everywhere,
waving me towards them.
my eyes are open in fear.
i can't see a damn thing.
my crash will be a headline,
you'll get to see all over this town.
now let me go on dying.