A world where you won't be. But I won't be there either
Peaches are an analogy of life, it can be colored and bright, or it can be black and white. The brush is in your hands
Curvature of the spine will be cured by a manual therapist
Don't think about the bad, life is short to waste it on sadness
The city of mutants around, smoke and fire, this is a war of your own just don't touch
Speed and drive are the lot of Mercedes. Don't miss the turn