N.P.P.D. RUSH: The milk of Ultraviolet EN Global

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!