Traffic of souls

Off your thrills

I'm here standing still

Lonely nights to kill

The time that flows behind the wheels

In the traffic of souls

Hallucinated quite a lot

Demanding a heart attack

To fill my chest with breathless stuff

And drive myself to not get stuck

In the traffic of souls

Trembling legs on fire

Dancing like a junkie dressed out in style

Sweating I swear: I ain't got desire

To start living into a cold warm dryer

In the traffic of souls

Dropped out and stop by the empty corner

I'm lighting up any kind of heavy smoker

Tobacco feeding generations of fucking waiters

And they wait and wait to be sent off to a death generator

In the traffic of souls

And then

No one knows

If they'll come back

Or if they go

At least try to show

What they've got to know

About us here

Who lives

And go through the queue

In the traffic of souls