Ignition, Part I Lyrics

Observer: Memories made piles onto his old death-wishes

Dreams still exhale filthy stinky empty anger

He built a safe house in his own cozy paranoid

And very donated, his body and soul to homeless diseases

Slowly trembling light swamps the face of a smoking infant

Who doesn't know how to stop crying

He is begging to refund his one-way ticket

Will he give up and lie down, watching birds fall into the clouds?

In buckled time, he fails to get out of, and decays there

Am I Thinking too loud?

Even though no one else is here