Testo di Malachite

The red car is the one The one that goes all on its own Just pull it back Watch it race across the floor I marked a black cross With the heel of my mother's shoe I won't tell a soul Blame it on the man this afternoon The Internet is dead The Internet is gone It can't get you here Apple blossom don't you fear I found a stone out on the lawn Shining black with veins of green On a hunt for ancient bones Turned up something strange indeed At three 3PM sharp My arms will slowly rise Best not to fight it Here's to coming home alive The Internet is dead The Internet is gone It can't get you here Apple blossom don't you fear