I pack my suitcases in a daze
And leave only footprints on the back streets
I only find myself again when I'm walking on the desolate freeway
Spitting out phosphorus light from my starship gun
The rainbow bounces from cloud to cloud
Between the melancholy of heaven and earth
The man waits for me without an umbrella
Navigating through possible earthquakes and stuff
I look up and see him running in the tangled boulevard
The satellite sits on the roof waiting for me
When I dive into the next dream
I wake up when I collide into reality
As the starship gun shoots
Phosphorus light from the starship gun cuts a line
It pierces into your tempura
Pierces into your bones
Wipe the gasoline off your face
Send an SOS and pick up the phone
San Francisco brands the imprint of a bloodstain
I lost my best friends since birth
We didn't get along anyway because of our different values
But I'm glad we're able to hang out every couple of days
I looked up and saw a crowd making a commotion in the building
Next to the satellite
I smoked surprisingly good cigarettes there
He came unexpectedly
And unexpectedly died
Vegas Mecca was a spooky place