The lights flash by and stripe the interior
I keep my eyes on the speedometer
Beside me a bison encourages me
From its bottle
It's 3:32 and I'm no longer sleepy
I pass Lülssdorf and the rain starts
There are a few drops
Of blood on the steering wheel
And I 'think about it...
The blade in your hand
The blade in your hand
I took this road at random
A girl's voice says hello to me
br/>But it's GPS
I cut the sound and accelerate
It's a V8, I think
There or elsewhere...
Soon I will get there
And all this will be over
No more blade, no more fear
No more blank voices
Sometimes I think about it...
Sometimes I think about it...
The blade in your hand
The blade in your hand
Of its shapes There is nothing left but the chalk

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