Without Luggage

Always come for the books
But they stay for the guilt

They stay for the books
And stay for the guilt

They stay for the books
And stay for the guilt

They stay for the books
And stay for the guilt

Ah, ah...
They beat me to the ark
You come before me without reason
You come before my life of arteries

They cry

Think by now my ...
Think by now my ...

Think, think, think, think
Think, think, think