Arctic highways
Breathless, so faithless
Hard days, hard weeks
Bad months, wasted years
Sober and ill, repetition of fool skill
Run blood let me be
No one, my own bitch
Then on a Monday they said all that shit
And wasn’t funny when they said all that shit
Then on Monday she didn’t try to avoid all that shame
She cried, screamed and dreamed not to be anymore all that shame
Arctic highways
Loveless, meaningless
Sad days last weeks
Dead months, buried years
It’s over, don’t you feel? Cold breeze is my cold steel
Flow blood, set me free
I’m one, there’s no beat
Then on a Monday when we said all that shit
Was really funny when we said to her that shit
Then on a Monday she hung her head in shame
We laughed and screamed and repeated all, repeated all that shame
I don’t mind man, I don’t care
The cold is coldest, it’s nowhere
I don’t know how I’ve become the stranger
I don’t know where is my reality