Song Lyrics

Passing slowly though the vector
Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector
With my laugh, my lonely minion
Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon
Whoa

We're passing slow, passing slow. Slow, Slow
Drink the colors of the night time
If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time
I‘ll display my disaffection (you brought me up, yea, you spit me out)
Out across the city
Loud and proud in your direction
Whoa

We're passing slow, we're passing slow. Slow, Slow.
Whoa
We're passing slow, we're passing slow. Slow, Slow.
When I get to your apartment I climb the rail outside the building
A band of them were in your apartment
They tied you up unwound, unwilling
I watch them cut, watch them touch, watch them do what they came to do

And in I come to lick it up
Clean up what is left of you
Ha ha ha show me what you got

Max Bemis