ID by REVILE When I needed a fast car, I stole away to be the thief. Climbing through branches, I spin my way down through cogs. Having the time of my life, I stand on open fields. Blow away these old roads, and touch the rivers bed. Buried in my head, Rested on my life support machine. Ad-lib (Always) I once stole an engine, from an open field. It rested on my shoulders, a torso of pistons. I was under a cloudless sky, rested on my red speed machine. Rested. Rested. [ www.dailyrics.com ] ID by REVILE