Текст песни Windrock Farm - Angelnumber 8

What you hide just owns you
Black streets, four wheels
High beams guide our pursuit
Shines the animals
Air was still
Enough to hold in all my smoke
Rogue in vogue
The poser paints just what I fought

Stuck to me like asphalt
Filling up and blending parts
That tension made empty
Stars blue colored
Zoom in for question
The rust from your fetters
Chains holding conquest

Sweet dreams from the house I know I could not build
Nomad, hold my title boxing on the ropes
Won't be long 'till silence takes over my thought
City boy
Your filthy boots are at the door

Stuck to me like asphalt
Filling up and blending parts
That tension made empty
Stars blue colored
Zoom in for question
The rust from your fetters
Chains holding conquest