Woorden: South. Motiveless Crime.

Timeless favor, there might be strings tied
Speeches, restless interrogation
There lies on streets, lie there with me
Catching fever, I don't think of life as obsolete

Jealous, fertile, cut from the safety of this life
These faces, I've walked in place
At which point I'll ignore

A motiveless crime
A motiveless crime
A motiveless crime
I've witnessed

Timeless favor, there might be strings attached
Catching fever, I don't think of life as out of reach

A motiveless crime
A motiveless crime
A motiveless crime
I've witnessed