Tekster: High Five Drive. Service Engine Soon. Colic.

Talking to myself
and I'm not listening,
take a deep breath and think.

Protecting at all costs,
ilusion of my faith,
crackling time underfoot.

You're going nowhere.

Now my time's almost here,
something sticks in the air,
follow cheap desert warmth.

Throwing down all your might,cast my dreams into flight,
sever times that we share.

You're going nowhere