I carry madness everywhere I go. Over the border and back to the snow. So if you see me and I look right through. You shouldn't take it as a reflection on you.
Who will rise?. It would be so nice to hear you say. "Thank you for the good times". Before the good times fly away. Your eyes. Are telling lies. Some of the stories on the way.
Dead man, crawling out of his crater. Sucking on the air from his ventilator. Watch out little girl you're just a beginner. He wears outside his face the smile of a winner.
We have been moving. To cuts and bruises. I'll sing a song for you. Run faster or you'll lose it. This is our heartbeat. Our words are so sweet. You dropped your medicine.