Call Me Bullshit
Think of me as who I am
Or the way you want me to be
My identity will be lost
Hear my voice
Or ignore the way I talk
My voice will go nowhere
Find the roads and find the cars
Driving into the past like shooting stars
Call me bullshit or don’t call me at all
Forget my number and remember my face
Our road trip together will be an ultimate race
Feel my footsteps come towards you
Or don’t look at the way I walk
My traces will be forgotten
Eat me for the way I taste
Or forget to swallow me down
My body won’t be found
Followed the yellow tripped road
Came into the valley where it never snowed
I found my skin lying in the desert
And saw my reflection in the dirt
My shadow hasn’t found me yet
The blood flows cold through the sand
My shadow hasn’t found me yet
The blood flows cold through the sand
The bartagame flies
