Persona Non Grata Songtext
von Mildfire

Danced across the room as the confetti swirled
Computers lit the way to all the pretty girls
Felt it in the evening, but the morning hurt
Got into the kitchen with the sharpest knives
Cut the meat into the Sunday dinner size
Bought it on the market for a certain a price
We all have a price
We′re like kids in traffic
We're just like kids in traffic


Left the house at night and broke my mama′s heart
Went outside to play among the speeding cars
Looked upon the sky to find my northern star
Was a death star
What used to be an answer is a question mark
Only science fiction can go back in time
I am my own
Persona non grata
I am my own
Persona non grata
I am my own
Persona non grata

We're like kids in traffic
We're just like kids in traffic
We′re like kids in traffic
We′re just like kids in traffic