Paroles: Pale Saints. A Revelation.

Black limousine
Wait till the feeling
Explains what it means
Cosy inside
How does it feel when you think that it's real
Your minds taking you out for a ride


Nobody's home
Drunk on a bottle of ? ? ?
Leave me alone
Consuming the town
Riding around

With your head in your hands
Soon you'll be chasing yourself


Look at yourself
Sweating and smelling
Like somebody else
Everything fits
Something or nothing ? ? ?
Solution ? ? ?