Em tombaria al mig de la carretera, mirant les estrelles, tenint converses amb gent com tu, intentant convèncer-me que matar-los era un mal instint i que perdonar la vida seria el correcte.
I'd lie in the middle of the road, looking up at the stars, having conversations with people like you, trying to convince myself that killing them was a bad instinct and that sparing their lives was the right thing to do.