Hazardous Curves

[Sesquipedalien]
Many miles ahead where the road pretzels
To text the horizon
And colors become eschewed
Where mountains belong in scrap books or post cards
Where the road holds no dividers
No oncoming traffic, no room for error
Just protruding pellet, pelleted post
Giving quick solid notice that around the corner lie
Las Curvas peligrosas
Hazardous curves...

Demon, it's all a personal journey
With and without high lows and low lows
We rode to find out
Fill your tank with global octane for event of pains and knots
Check your levels and trading
Fit into what we will now know
This forgotten and serpentine fast
As you gave it gas
Thought of what could of and what others said should of
Was only their task
Living their lives in the nicely furnished flat
They're furious to see you leave
Don't ask to describe the masters kicking off and you believe
Believe me, I know the feeling
To grieve and to relieve yourself from what separates the fruit from the branches of turmoil trees
To feed and become, food for thought
Hear what? and ridicule lines on streamline inclined
Action tires react to broken gravel
Contact against traction, to travel
Oblivious of what it is
As you whizz recklessly close to colossal corners
Peek sticker organ donors
Caution!
Curvas peligrosas seem to give treats to weary whores and women
Veary knives of hope
You'll cope when you get there
But beware of excrutiating developments in this crash course
For cliffs with fists, keep crisp contact
Approaching vision
This what became of decomposing demigods devout to devour
And denote dexterity
For their prosperity
Conceiling themselves in serenity and sincerity

Offering you a view on a hill
Bouncing boulders in your way
Hoping that you stray away
Through adventures of honey and milk
The lost road of silk
That path that laughs last and still smirks

No permanent parking
No U-turn occaisonal rubber burn
Yield crossing sacred cows
Which come lurking about
Near the hanging over lookouts
And give no handouts
In this mess exists always the existing the twisting
I recommend you keep your hands on the wheel
Irises on the road
Note that the koopas and otrakosas
Caution takes precaution from dear les curvas peligrosas

And continue the days of the ????
Barren terrain and all in vain
Question remains pondering
Question the course, rugged and ragged
Would it be more suitable if you're riding a horse without a mane
Omnipassing, unyielding domain
Miles per hour, needles remain stagnant
Excursion, your version of this route is unclear
Hear and see nothing but bog probability
No insurance for liability
Forgiving that at any time you will be found undermined by your own actions, wits
As your momentum moves, breaking in occasional fits
Wrapping around curves with pits
No guard rails, no reflectors lit
And this canyon sits with eyes
Awaiting the drive-by
Splatter dry flies and other bug parts straight to grill
Now ask me if you've had your fill of uphill up tranquil
Treatchery as if hex highway hits home
Its easy to be misled to think
You can't go further, backtrack
And recover, but no bother
Las curvas peligrosas crumble one and smother
Flawlessly falling and isn't that appalling
But adventure awaits no star

Last, what is a song?
A song is used to store strict perimeters of the DRC including:
All 20 low bit points and their names
Pre-post world times, low counts
Points, loops, points, tracks, delays, dates, offsets
Track including buttons
Tempo maps and big formats
Gen 6 settings and x6 sick settings
The song start point is used to determine the location of beggining recordiong reffered to as bar010101400....