How To Die At Peace – Balance Problems – letras

should have been home hours agobut the sudden rainstorm threw my nose off coursei watch the water pooling on the concrete floorthe city surface scraping my bare feet has made them sorethe cars are blurs, theyre hard to seeall moving forward, gaining speedill try to dodge them if i canbut with my luck its a slim chanceand then i slipped under the traffic lightswith swerving sounds and smoke so whitetry not to panic but im lost beneaththe constant stir of their machinesmy bodys laying in a heapcrumpled on the curb, safe from the streetthe rain is washing blood out from my damaged selfthe drivers pass and justify their thoughts; oh they cant helpbut i dont take it personalwe all need to get back where were fromand i wont matter when im gonejust turn back into dust before too longand then i slipped under the traffic lightswith swerving sounds and smoke so whitetry not to panic but im lost beneaththe constant stir of their machinesno, i wont matter when im gonejust turn back into dust before too longbeatriz dahrug :]