I see the tracers it leaves in the sky A racing stripe canopy for your eye I see it dying fast right through the floor An aftershock of filth and gore
Living in what seems to be fiction, I'm on a balcony I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me Than light another, this for those who hold it
control. Outside of myself. Your problems are not my own. But old habits die hard. Days of coming home to the unknown left a mark. Trying to hold it
Übersetzung: Flotsam And Jetsam. Keep Breathing.
in what seems to be fiction, I'm on a balcony I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me Than light another, this for those who hold it down