Dead Stock Paradise

Sick for motorbike

I was daydreaming alone

Sick for motorbike

I don't know what to begin with

Sick for motorbike

The air of my room is foul

Sick for motorbike

I will do anything for drive

Let's go beyond my depth

You, too, are against me

Tell me frankly what your ideas on my paradise

Walk with long strides

I was daydreaming alone

Walk with long strides

But my soul was dry and stiff

Let's go beyond my depth

You, too, are against me

Tell me frankly what your ideas on my paradise

oh Look, something just flashed.