<...> last cigarette, cracked software and morgue reverbiration... percents of demage and just another petrol in my veins... noth districts... blue suburbian lights and - and i'm not waiting for you... i'm waiting for my last taxi... you remember my name - so you mast forget my new face... burn all the maps with strange locations where i have to go - rusty wastelands... de-energized industrial areas... and small towns on the west seaside where i lost my friends... now - you body is clear, your lips are unmapped and your name looks like forgotten password... stay online, live on the edge - as usual and try to recorgnize my footsteps... forget... forget - but stay online... one day someone will ring you up... not me... DON'T TRUST MY VOICE <...>