Ripped off
You smoked the Bible
Rolled it up
Your last breath
Hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You`re not even here
Dear traveller
It`s my death
My rhythm
My arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin in the back
Sorrow blowin through the veins
I`m over Houston
You`re over the night we met
Dear traveller
The she
Scared electricity
Where no human
Carries a map
You say you gotta burn to shine
But every prism unwinds
A road to ruin
And this tickets mine
Dear traveller