Kleptomania is my town, nobody comes out alive
Regrets and Cigarettes
The things you won't survive

The color of the demon is what I can't explain
but she has eyes of white
if i had to tell the truth
It's that you are right.

But to this very day I can't find a lot
of strangers, friends, anyone who ride the train
of thought.

Even if I took a trip
down to the city strip
where the windows break
I couldn't make it half-way
because i work my life away
i won't give but i will take.