Slowride
Rust Killer
one fine day on a winter november
life came true through a point of view
and death came quick with a killer influence
running through the streets with a clueless tool
mark three birds just to make me feel cozy
everything's fine when the group is flying
high on fire is a healthy companion
fueling my run with a sound so true and warm
I see it coming and I want to look away
but I can't divert my eyes
I hear it calling and it's from beyond the grave
but I'm still alive
Aus Songtexte Mania