In a few seconds
leavin’ this city

goin’ back home
it’s there where
you come from

mixed emotions
sayin’ goodbye

cocktails
get ill from

shake’em well
before you drink

get drunken by drinks
but walkin’ straight

can’t find any key
and break any window

blood runnin’ fast
liquid stones through veins

see nothin’ on horizon
GREAT FUTURE, isn’t it?