Ripped off You smoked the Bible Rolled it up Your last breath Hot on my back You get started Try to get somewhere You move so slow You`re not even here
Dear traveller
It`s my death My rhythm My arithmetic I got used to Nobody ridin in the back
Sorrow blowin through the veins I`m over Houston You`re over the night we met
Dear traveller
The she Scared electricity Where no human Carries a map You say you gotta burn to shine But every prism unwinds A road to ruin And this tickets mine
Dear traveller
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