[Verse] Concrete echoes underfoot, neon hums the dark, Steel wheels bite the floor, we’re breaking every mark. No lights, no rules, just shadows on the wall, One wrong move and we crash through the mall. [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeat syncs with the rush, wheels screaming loud, Past the frozen fruit and the milk gone sour now. We’re ghosts in the aisles, fire in our bones, No finish line, just speeds we’ve never known. [Chorus] Rollin’ through the silence, no one left to see, Cart wheels like thunder, wild and free. No map, no guardrails, just the rush and the fall— We’re kings in the wreckage of a shopping mall. Rollin’ through the silence, no one left to see, Cart wheels like thunder, wild and free. No map, no guardrails, just the rush and the fall— We’re kings in the wreckage of a shopping mall. [Verse] Dust in the air, the scent of old regret, We’re running from the past, no time to forget. Aisle after aisle, the world’s gone cold, But the music's still inside, this wild, uncontrolled. [Pre-Chorus] Wheels spin faster, the air starts to burn, We’re not racing for prizes—we’re racing for return. One last turn, one final drop, No fear in the dark, just the cart we love. [Chorus] Rollin’ through the silence, no one left to see, Cart wheels like thunder, wild and free. No map, no guardrails, just the rush and the fall— We’re kings in the wreckage of a shopping mall. Rollin’ through the silence, no one left to see, Cart wheels like thunder, wild and free. No map, no guardrails, just the rush and the fall— We’re kings in the wreckage of a shopping mall. [Bridge] The lights flicker… now we’re lost in the sound. The past is behind, the future’s unbound. One cart, one track, one night we’re alive— No rules, no end, just the pulse of a lie… But we’re still driving. [Chorus] Rollin’ through the silence, no one left to see, Cart wheels like thunder, wild and free. No map, no guardrails, just the rush and the fall— We’re kings in the wreckage of a shopping mall. Rollin’ through the silence, no one left to see, Cart wheels like thunder, wild and free. No map, no guardrails, just the rush and the fall— We’re kings in the wreckage of a shopping mall.