Pendulum Swinging Slow, A Degenerate Moving
Driving through the gut of the mountain, tunnel after tunnel, hairpin turns and autobahn like we’re in Darmstadt. Speeding into the city like it’s the 25th of May, the F1 Grand Prix was closer then ever before. We got flashed but we’ll never pay; German plate for the win. I didn’t really know that much about…
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