I check the time, it's 4:00 a.m. And I just passed the westside buildings All the broken glass As I try to shake the cold away, but anyways, It's late
번역: 미만 제이크. 마지막 담배.
I used to be a stereotype Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of