Cut off my air Chasing my living will No matter where I fail I lay down like my beaten dog
Cut off my hands Chasing my living hell Another day has come and shed Ignore the best that I had
I can help you
Savannah bound and downtown forgiving me Reach in my vest and unload clemency Good of the many outweighs the few
Time falls like sand I believe the world could do without Another goddamn set of helping hands Breathe like me and go without
It's culling season
Time for me to make my stand Choking on the ebb of whiskey tide [x3] Spitting bile upon myself Day in day out and unsatisfied
Ignoring all the good that's left in me Open my arms to all disease Ripping my lids to avoid the hated sleep The pictures that I saw of you I like themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
