Lives? Sold

I woke up from my sleep, to finish my scary dream
I washed my face, then drove my BMW

Dust, smoke seems to dance
With the speed of my vehicle
The sound of the engine
Mixed with my music

Hey! It turns out life is more weird than my nightmare
Gunfire and martyr like dust flying in the wind
In a place we named the world there's no consciences
Blood is sold cheaply, lives-sale on grocery store

Where is the God this time
I'm looking for him somewhere
Then I realized I almost running out of time

There's no place to go
Still running my vehicle

Hey! It turns out life is more weird than my nightmare
Gunfire and martyr like dust flying in the wind
Where should I take a place to hiding my ass
Is it under the space? Or we have to haze?



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