Into the night

I was getting to the end of what seemed to be a cruel and unfair punishment for all the times, the good ones and the bad kind. She has set me free, at last, I no longer need to worry about my past mistakes for our sake. I'm soaring into the night on my bike, the suns going down and my town is now turning and burning in chaotic, bionic, supersonic speed, faster and faster we fly into the night sky.
On the horizon, lies a barren land where the bison and buffalo used to roam, I liked to call America my home on the range. Dear lord please throw me some strange. I need to get away, I'm gonna fly away, they can't make me stay in a city that's almost gone today. As I travel at light speed, I'm smokin' my weed and feeling it indeed. It's the killer ganga seed that gave me this blessed need to follow my roots but I forgot my boots awe shoot, I've been spotted by the military forces on the ground and they're trying to shoot me down. So I'll pump up the sound which is so profound with the boom bass bound supersonic speed of sound. We're gliding so slowly through the night so holy, it gives me the chills so I'll take more pills to make me feel ok.