Mösyö2 Şiiri - Yorumlar

Crack the window open, blow the smoke into the pitch black.
Out of their boundaries, no map or bars can hold you back.
Slap the passport on the desk, wipe the lines with one stroke.
Rules are rewritten in this game, right where your steps broke.

Neon lights flashing in Tokyo, but Berlin drops the bass when you hit.
These wild desires in your head, splitting the world down to the split.