faces pass by me
but they all seem the same
walking down these empty streets
That don't even have a name
waiting down at a bus stop
i've finally shot down the fame.
then death pulled up in a Lincoln
I suddenly feel no more pain.
faces pass by me
but they all seem the same
walking down these empty streets
That don't even have a name
waiting down at a bus stop
i've finally shot down the fame.
then death pulled up in a Lincoln
I suddenly feel no more pain.