I punched it.
One day they might catch me,
but five minutes of terrified freedom
is better then the veal pen any day.

There's a stop sign coming up
and fuck it!
You're not supposed to creep into an
intersection anyway.

In, out and I'm gone, 4fcking5 mph
faster then then speed limit.
From here out it's a straight shot to anywhere.

You'll never catch me now.
It's too late, I'm heading for the end,
for the ultimate freedom.

See you in Veal Pen.