Ripped off, you smoked the Bible.
Rolled it up, your last breath hot on my back.
You get me started, try to get somewhere
You move so slow, you`re not even here.
Dear traveller,
It`s my death, my rhythm, my arithmetic.
I got used to nobody riding in the back.
Sorrow blowin` through the vents,
I`m over Houston.
You`re over the night we met.
Dear traveller,
The she scared electricity
Where no human carries a map.
You say you gotta burn to shine,
But every prism unwinds.
A road to ruin and this ticket`s mine.