Texty: Wintersleep. Caliber.

Mumbling monosyllablic moments
Nobody understands
Life's too short for explanations
You've got too many big big plans
You map out every single second
Of what you'll do when your done
You kill your caliber loaded
No one's gonna fuck this up

You drive the exact speed limit
Keep of a track of your mile
Listening to radio music
Smiling when everyone else smiles
You should take a beating willing
Do it in the name of the cause
Do it for the feeling that one day
Maybe you can be your own boss
Maybe get a beautiful women
Get a fat piece of land
Get a couple of kids
A prototypical civilian
Housing towards the future
Mining towards the sun
You keep your caliber loaded
No one's gonna fuck this up

You have got to stay on top
Don't forget to load it up (x6)