Chest seat is empty,
Blood on the back seat.
Lives in disgrace,
Scarface he doesn't need.
I sail from coast to coast.
I'll try to brace the lows.
We lay at night,
Cursed as I stay dry.
Living on highs to the empty lows.
Dodged every wreckless world.
What is the way that we do not barely know?
Blood on the back seat.
Lives in disgrace,
Scarface he doesn't need.
I sail from coast to coast.
I'll try to brace the lows.
We lay at night,
Cursed as I stay dry.
Living on highs to the empty lows.
Dodged every wreckless world.
What is the way that we do not barely know?