Walrus
Spot light scanning through every stranger’s face
With eyes like the wolf trying to hunt down a target
With no reasons, the sound of a pistol keeps scratching through my head
Shake along with the beat
Move along with the music
Seems so enjoying every rhythm
Keep questioning myself if I am getting lost in this urban vibe
I feel like the blood is running 10 times faster in my vein
I feel every pore in my skin is stretching
Do I have myself lost?
The smell of some kind of masculine perfume slowly filling the air around
A guy with a strange face says he goes to the same school with me
Asking me if I remember his face
Yet I can’t recall anything of him
He says he likes my British accent and asking me if I am from London
I cannot stop laughing
Throughout my whole life I’ve never seen Thames River
Yet for this stupid question I have to give out the same answer at least 5 times a day
Wonder if I were in London would it still seem so special
I am one of a kind, or just one of the very common
The answer really depends on the circumstances
Psycho, Headshrinker
They actually live on each other’s life
Bang
The sound of pistol scratch again in my sky
Yet blood only bleeds in the other world of mine
You won’t even see me crying for wound anyway
I am getting out of here
My fun of the weekend ends up here
