Rust In Peace

from Rust in Peace (EP) by Vladimir Chicken

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lyrics

In the dark, in the rain, on the motorway again.
Driving with my knees.
Looking for a CD.

Everyone on my mind that I'm leaving behind.
Lost in confusion.
Die with my boots on.

Frost in my breakfast, running out of gas.
Don't speak the language.
And there's noone to ask.

Lock the door cus there's nothing left inside.
It's easy to leave.
Hard to arrive.

So there's the door, and this is the last .. time that you'll be more than just a photograph.
There's the queue, and this is the last time you'll be more than a picture.

Who's gonna fly across the sea, to pick my bones out of a ravine?
When the moon is melting in the midnight heat.
The insects go crazy, the town falls asleep.

I got dust in my eyes, watching the sun rise.
As the waves on the Atlantic travel half across the planet.

While you rust in pieces, with a tape on repeat.
In a concrete apartment, hemmed in by the sea.

So there's the door, and this is the last .. time that you'll be more than just a photograph.
There's the queue, and this is the last time you'll be more than a picture.

credits

from Rust in Peace (EP), released March 17, 2022

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