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