Текст песни Evans Blue - Blackhole

Is there an answer that I can comprehend
When it's based on a battle
In this corner here we have a decent protagonist
She's a manic by trade and she'll never give a shit
She says the whole damn world is spinning

Out of control
Into a blackhole
Where angels and devils
That never were clever
Are keeping strings on whoever
Gets in the way

It's like a cliché or something to that effect
I vote to kill them all so we can both be rich
If we keep on driving without direction
I'm sure we'll miss the signs that say our little lives are spinning

Out of control
Into a blackhole
Where angels and devils
That never were clever
Are keeping strings on whoever
Gets in the way

Please get in my way
I just want to separate
From what's burning inside my head,
I want it easy
So I fill this room up with death
And sit back and take a deep breath and start spinning

Out of control
Into a blackhole
Where angels and devils
That never were clever
Are keeping strings on whoever
Gets in the way
I'm in the way