Testo di Mission

Grinding teeth hands wet on the wheel rearview check for sentinel rotten gold tooth pay phone smile I'll help you out if you do me right Shadow moving unseen unsuspected unclean Sixth sense homing in Push the chore again Flies on shit with mouths agape I join the swarm and take the bait in my brain butane ringing for a crumb scavenger beggin urban streets of decay call me night and day fill my empty life burning out of sight