Tired, obsessed, the road obscured The time we'll have is fragile as hell If I dig out I won't waste time… no more
It happened very quickly as if I don't participate Everyone forgive us for the real mess we have made I don't know if to make a call or keep in secrecy The only thing that really matters is the pain that burns that I can't see
in the crushed frame intimidating yellow beetle considering the timeout it's more serious than at first it seemed to me my pain, my hand its shape it scares me I dare all things if I ever face it out have two meters ever matter? fuck you yellow beetle sliently and desperately I shout those promises I will never keep If I get out, just let me out, I swear, I swear, why me