Paroles de Stupind Incident

Shadows in the whirling rain a young man knees on the street his executioners in front of him bullets bounce along the walls a last attempt of dispair no matter how poorly they shoot a riccochet could still kill in the pale afterlight see the car's headlight beam hear the high-pitched song of death a dirty street filled with steam here is no soul insight you finally escape the trap just a stupid incident the wrong time at the wrong place now enjoy your solitude deep down inside the ruins don't glance behind you leave all the screams outside in the pale afterlight see the car's headlight beam hear the high-pitched song of death a dirty street filled with steam