Ripped off
You smoked the Bible, rolled it up
Your last breath, hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even near
Dear traveler
Dear traveler
It's my death
My rhythm, my arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin' in the back
Sorrow blowin' through the veins
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
You're over the night we met
Dear traveler
Dear traveler
The she, scared electricity
Where no human carries a map
You say you gotta burn to shine
But every prism unwinds
A road to ruin and this tickets mine
Dear traveler
Dear traveler
Dear traveler
Dear traveler

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