< ACAB2 >
Bombs away! (Bombs away) Two tables spoons of chaos into the cup
Coffee and contemplations I can never stop
In the morning, (In the morning) I find myself recreating the past
What would it be like if I took the other path
It feels like a punch in the face (gang)
The answers to my questions (gang)
Telling myself that I am used to it
Figured things in isolation
As long as I got a cup in hand
Everything would be so much better
Then I can only care less
In the grey sky I threw the matters
Creeping to my head! (Creeping to my head) Jumping into routine and the repetition
Efficiency will not be questioned, I’ll have my bonus cup
Time to go to bed! (Time to go to bed) But all of this caffeine still keeps thinking
The past the future and the present, now I cannot stop