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The God Awful Truth - Abbott Is Death Process şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The God Awful Truth

albüm: Memory Palace


Poison spewing out from my own mouth
Sleep tight
Wake up, repeat
Fuck this cycle
Pure overindulgence
I can't stop
Wasted
Drowning my thoughts with liquid venom
My insides resent me and all my vices
But this elixir sums up all my tools and devices
My insides resent me and all my vices
But this elixir sums up all my devices
Call a medic, pull me out of the abyss
This is my SOS
Call a medic, pull me out of my own piss
This is my last chance
Hate to ruin your night, or even worse your life
But you don't know what it feels like
You don't know where I've been
Scraped across, the ice is thin
Wearing my feelings on my chin
I can get that out with a glass of gin
I mumble in my sleep
'Cause the conversation's on repeat
My whiskey I take it neat
Puking in my sheets
What's wrong with my head?
What's wrong?
What's wrong with my head?
What's wrong?
Lights go darker, balance falters
Breathing slows down, hit by black
Pull myself out from this
Self-hate defines me, show me bliss
I'll fucking beat this, dig deep inside
Now find the backbone and hold on tight
Identify the culprit, it looks so fucking sad
It's time to end this, shut it down
Pull yourself together man, I don't need this as my brand
I can't believe I've been a slave unto this potion
I don't need this, shut it down

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