Crucified, where's your money?. You decide, you always try. There's lots of poison in your soul. But what's inside your rabbit hole. . When you decide to let the flower grow.
It's Saturday night. Drivin' so high. I'm noticing all the warning signs. A hundred and five. A temperature rise. A hundred (?) the space and time. . I'm take the Five.
I don't wanna waste the chance. The last embrace, face to face. As you see me fade away. Fade to black, fade to grey. The ashes of our past. Are raining from the sky.