Somewhere, he lost it in a turn. Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove. First come, first served, he's serving it back. He travels light, without a pack, without love.
This life in a car crash. This life in a car crash. Can we make it out alive?. . He finds himself. He's lost in. The breath between life and drowning.
Hey you guys - sitting in high place. Spare your fake - sorry face. Here we are - closing in on pain. Here we are - all so vain. Innocent dead people bother my mind.