Transmetropolitian by War From A Harlots Mouth

Thousand Complaints, One Answer

by War From A Harlots Mouth· from Transmetropolitian

I set the course For my Redemtion And I´ll never be in league With the devil...you...bitch! On a fast track to a new chapter of My life Glare lights depressing the senses And everything seems to be difficult To me This is just another exhausting Breath To take the obstacles clearly But with every step I take The Sound of broken glass Is catching me up to memories Your influence seems to be A breath-taking bombination in 60.000 bursts Is not your life waiting For so much more? What are you waiting for?