What's that with burning kerosene?
On this road, I'm truly raped It's the same road I always take
Hey, oh, oh, you're black as day.
The darkest road I go.
No matter the child, the fate of name.
This is coming from my soul.
Try to erase this left of mine.
To the witch who rides hot stuff.
Before the clock hits my face.
Thank you.
Oh, oh, oh
Hey old road, where do you lead?
My suspense is killing me
On this road I truly reach Heroes don't walk o'er the city
Hey, old road, black than me, the darkest road.
Let go of our hollowed eyes Let's walk your knees
Or step onto a seat?
On the face of my son On how yokes is left to see
I think of herbs and thoughts of you.
And thoughts crash, it's not one great.
This voice came from my soul.
Try to erase yourself to find A feeling which writes on stone Before it clears my mind
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
