Waiting in my lägenhet for you to save me. just waiting for you to come and watch me die. this isn't the dawn of the new age. we are sick and fucked up. who's to tell me i cannot win? that this race won't fall?
chorus: allah! allah! told me to follow! follow! allah, allah do you want me to follow follow? it feels so goddamned hollow.... we were made by clots of blood. now who's to tell me i can't stop this fucking flood?
runrun fleeflee. whay are you just going to let it be? chorus... fired it up, shot it down.
