Ripped off 
You smoked the Bible 
Rolled it up 
Your last breath 
Hot on my back 
You get started 
Try to get somewhere 
You move so slow 
You're not even here 

Dear traveller 

It's my death 
My rhythm 
My arithmetic 
I got used to 
Nobody ridin in the back 

Sorrow blowin through the veins 
I'm over Houston 
You're over the night we met 

Dear traveller 

The she 
Scared electricity 
Where no human 
Carries a map 
You say you gotta burn to shine 
But every prism unwinds 
A road to ruin 
And this tickets mine 

Dear traveller