Rust Killer - Slowride

One fine day on a winter november

Life came true through a point of view

And death came quick with a killer influence

Running through the streets with a clueless tool

Mark three birds just to make me feel cozy

Everything’s fine when the group is flying

High on fire is a healthy companion

Fueling my run with a sound so true and warm

I see it coming and I want to look away

But I can’t divert my eyes

I hear it calling and it’s from beyond the grave

But I’m still alive