Buses without destination
music lack of a tone
leave life without traces
just like you came your alone
Twisted screams in the distance
a picture scraped black and white
high on fumes place me at the scene
like im there but not quite
I heard your laughter at the partys
from the dark while i choke on a gun
it was easyer to leave me
and point your finger for fun
But somewhere behind all the laughter
under sheets where you left me to rot
i'll rise from the ashes like phoenix
and appear in the sky like a swat.

U.Arisag