Full Speed Half Sight - RROYCE

Turn the key, close the door

Ignore the bad taste in your mouth

Now it’s on you, don’t look in the mirror

You inhale a sense of pleasure in high density

Full speed, half sight

Restricted view, almost blind, blurred vision

Short life, hard fight

At least I can say, I died while trying

Walk the streets, concentrate

And catch some raindrops with your mouth

Do up the veltro of your double layer jacket

And a chill breeze blows outside thank god that winter’s near

And when we joins the train to no-man's land

The city lights decrease in size

He realize, he has left the roads

The roads he really hates the most