Transcript (en)

I'm a 20 year vet, and the walls don't talk, I sort my old trap down, so the walls don't talk, I press a button on the dash, and my car don't pop, and the narcos, bricks on my engine like auto parts, they rise slow, but the fog ain't something, the rise will be silent, the fog's gonna be public, so it's all into nothing, I got more of my thoughts than it's present, so I made work cartwheel and others, the rise and fall.