Those times
A bit communion with the coast lines
Cause the land on which we're send

Feels like a bad joke without a motion
No, you can't stand the strangers
Cause that is strange

To other side of me

And it's another life

spent with the vents of lies
And the time
Feels right

Your out of body auto-reply

The hustlers

Had dropped the limbs on the mile zone
It ruled us all
For separation of the fault lines

So I'm paying
I'm paying in the coast line
Around the perimeter

I have drawed an outline
And now I'm missing the sunrise
We split the infinite in sixteen

Gambling against the time

And so it rise a life

Spent talking at our lies
And if the time is right
You feel that out of body auto-reply


Answering the phone
And if you're lucky

You'll get stumbling home
Only the torns away
You got to go into blade