Оригинален текст
Lay the work, have purpose in your plan
Get lost in the dark highway
Nobody lives under these street lamps
Kick down the door, and rest inside
Breathe easy, take your time
Moving so slowly, so slowly
Don’t you bother with that lamp at night
You got to keep going, breathe easy
Gonna rush that mountain make my way to
The other side, torch the ground behind me
But there's no room, for these wicked eyes.
They cut the air like sharpened knives