Lyrics:

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
Dear traveller
It's my death
My rhythm, my arithmetic
I got used to, nobody riding in the back

Sorrow blowing through the veins
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
Over the night we met
Dear traveller
Dear traveller

Then 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
Dear traveller
Dear traveller
Dear traveller
Dear traveller