A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards | |
A requiem for youth, distant humming | |
I cannot show up yet, start without me | |
I don't like the idea, gaining contours - here | |
… | |
I started out with hope, drunk with passion | |
Ending up in smoke, frantic absent | |
The picture of a pale, wanted poster | |
Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can't, | |
An autumn creeping out, of its ambush | |
Bragging 'bout its skills, as protector | |
Although I am aware, of the recoil | |
I swallow the idea, just to make it - disappear | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can't, do anything about it | |
You can't, do anything about it | |
You can't, | |
I'm still running … | |
Wrapped in daydreams … | |
Darting sideways … | |
Through the ditches … | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can't, trap me in the system | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can't, do anything about it | |
You can't, do anything about it | |
You can't, |
A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards | |
A requiem for youth, distant humming | |
I cannot show up yet, start without me | |
I don' t like the idea, gaining contours here | |
I started out with hope, drunk with passion | |
Ending up in smoke, frantic absent | |
The picture of a pale, wanted poster | |
Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, | |
An autumn creeping out, of its ambush | |
Bragging ' bout its skills, as protector | |
Although I am aware, of the recoil | |
I swallow the idea, just to make it disappear | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, | |
I' m still running | |
Wrapped in daydreams | |
Darting sideways | |
Through the ditches | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, |
A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards | |
A requiem for youth, distant humming | |
I cannot show up yet, start without me | |
I don' t like the idea, gaining contours here | |
I started out with hope, drunk with passion | |
Ending up in smoke, frantic absent | |
The picture of a pale, wanted poster | |
Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, | |
An autumn creeping out, of its ambush | |
Bragging ' bout its skills, as protector | |
Although I am aware, of the recoil | |
I swallow the idea, just to make it disappear | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, | |
I' m still running | |
Wrapped in daydreams | |
Darting sideways | |
Through the ditches | |
Line up with the hunters | |
You can, line up with the hunters | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can' t, trap me in the system | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can, strike off my admission | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, do anything about it | |
You can' t, |