//N.P.P.D. RUSH//- The milk of Ultraviolet

So nauseous pines, This noxious abyss, I feed from the milk, of ultra violet, Yet I'm lost with you, My floating twin, You're the anchor to the drain, but I am the key, To nothing. Speedrun your Police super bike right into the white hot heart off the skirmish to save the souls of the cities junkies! - You wont avoid bullets - You will wheel spin through entrails …