The mortal coil has distorted It’s tangled its shape into a noose Where my head will hang from it
Flashbacks of memories I’d rather were aborted Surf to the top of my mind Because I’m not the kind of person to remember the good times The die and drift away just like my will to survive
You say my threats are empty Well throw your fingers in the shape of a gun Shoot it
I’ll see a hole through your forehead I’ll see a hole in your methods
Zero serotonin levels
Chemical imbalance Over indulgence I need a helping hand Will you lend it
The mortal coil has distorted It’s tangled its shape into a noose Where my head will hang from it
Flashbacks of memories I’d rather were aborted Surf to the top of my mind Because I’m not the kind of person to remember the good times The die and drift away just like my will to survive
Chemical imbalances in your body Have deprived you of the positive feelings you once had Your overindulgence has weighed on your mind holding you down
At the bottom of this pit There is no one to help you Except your own worst enemy Yourself
Accept your own worst enemy YourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
