Stafford - Pac-Man Ghosts

Turning corners rapidly, I think you've grown accustomed to this taste for speed. (All in all, I'd like to say that you were a formidable adversary.)
Too bad you could never get exactly what it is you wanted. You never could shed all that skin that was always weighing you down.
And yet, through lies and turbulent nights, you remained at my back all the time (tailing me and breathing down my knees).
I'd love to lie and say that you caught me, but I won't, because anything that resembles truth remains a blur to you.