WAY BACK

Now I want to go home
Want to stay there alone
Life is so monochrome
As a long time ago
But I still walking on
Bitch, I used to move on
Destination unknown
I need to find my own home
Put on headphone
I am rolling stone

Scuffle along floor
Feet stick in the moor
Sitting all alone
Talking on my own
On my bone throne
I don't need a phone

Nobody to call

Keep away from me now
Hope I handle somehow
Grateful sense of quiet seclusion
At last I came to the conclusion
Extralegal execution
Try to raze my roots by mind pollution
My soul not pure at all
It's time for funeral