Traffic

,I think the roads won't tell me secrets
.None of the buses stops at home
,The long faced people have no tickets
.I bet they're on their way to Rome

,The lights are smeared, the land is blurry
.We'll never reach the speed of light
,No one is safe inside my fury
.That has erased the streets of night

,And if you haven't seen me yet
.just know that I am very proud
,You soon will get off at Tibet
.While I'll be standing in the crowd