Tired and on the way to home
Power Salvage
Pissed
M40 dreams
For my part
In her upbringing
What a night?
Sings back at me
Through the numb
Parting
Organic
Air filter
This was bliss
And all for me
Measured in units
Each to the last drop
Everyman for himself
And the open road
Deep in the cleavage
Of freedom
For the individual
