the shadow Caught by the drift and pitch Of whatever it is That keeps me coming back I want out 'cause I'm getting sick Sick from all this swerving Driver, sick from
Übersetzung: As Cities Burn. So From My Lips, Mit freundlichen Grüßen, Is My Sin Purged.
the shadow Caught by the drift and pitch of whatever it is That keeps me coming back I want out 'cause I'm getting sick Sick from all this swerving Driver, sick from