Stupid Incident Lyrics - Funker Vogt

Shadows in the whirling rain 

a young man knees on the street 

his executioners in front of him 

bullets bounce along the walls 

a last attempt of dispair 

no matter how poorly they shoot 

a riccochet could still kill 

in the pale afterlight 

see the car's headlight beam 

hear the high-pitched song of death 

a dirty street filled with steam 

here is no soul insight 

you finally escape the trap 

just a stupid incident 

the wrong time at the wrong place 

now enjoy your solitude 

deep down inside the ruins 

don't glance behind you 

leave all the screams outside 

in the pale afterlight 

see the car's headlight beam 

hear the high-pitched song of death 

a dirty street filled with steam