vilniustransport // night driving

trust or crash.
you can't need luck. you either believe it or you don't.
mama anarchija, TAIP. it's always time to go.
the traffic walls of public transport and green license plates. intersection airports scream acceleration.
deep lateness. no reds, no yellows. the light is always green. you may talk, no speaking permitted.
i don't practice santeria, ain't got no crystal ball -
but i really want to know.
every time i am shot through the night in the passenger seat, i'm thinking, why do i hate this damned city. that's why i like being driven. every time is a chance to find an answer.
feel the coming break!- squeal the breaks, do i look like i care about security? no way, you should have known a long time ago.
my fucking life is a lucid dream. every time i walk through a mirror, the past replicates itself. so i got used to the idea a long time ago. long ago and far away.
i had a million dollars, but i've drunk them all-
i don't think twice.
trust or crash: choose trash.
i wonder why i always make it back.