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
