running round the city shooting blanks at rich people face see life is a waste if you don't move move your waist lifes a waste if you don't leave a trace claustrophobic leave me some space deep in thought rather be deep in space really think I need a break running round the city shooting blanks No need for rank for real there ain't no need for bank tell me the truth is you sane let me pick your brain to be frank have no interests in window pain my name ain't no friendly name this game aint no friendly game Go from king to asking for change the feelings strange I need some space when I'm lonesome my heart is dark like a cave when I'm witchu its art that my heart will paint maybe I'm a lost saint jus lost his way will I be okay what lead me a stray fuck it tho round shooting blanks at rich people face maybe ill beat the case either way