Always second-guessing However far I roam Bored of San Francisco Just looking for a home
Out of work and faith, but always cunning There is no escaping second coming Resistance is futile Unboundedly brutal When conquering fate was only for fun
Sleeping on the trail, one thousand dozen Malamute won't hail her orphan cousin A soul without rival For petty survival This virginal state will only succumb
Shipping out with wild hopes perverted Mission to annihilate concerted An optimus profile A mind is prehensile This surfer of fate is fleeting at dawn
There is no second coming However far I roam North of San Francisco Or eastward in the sun I end up blue and bloated Just wasted in the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
