Funker Vogt - Stupid Incident lyrics

Shadows in the whirling rain

a young man knees on the street

his executioners in front of him

bullets bounce along the walls

a last attempt of dispair

no matter how poorly they shoot

a riccochet could still kill

in the pale afterlight

see the car's headlight beam

hear the high-pitched song of death

a dirty street filled with steam

here is no soul insight

you finally escape the trap

just a stupid incident

the wrong time at the wrong place

now enjoy your solitude

deep down inside the ruins

don't glance behind you

leave all the screams outside

in the pale afterlight

see the car's headlight beam

hear the high-pitched song of death

a dirty street filled with steam