Re-iginite the fires I'm set to burn They stack the odds at every turn So drop another needle Get your head a little clearer Lipstick stains on your cocaine mirror Hold it in A bitter taste Spit it out You've got to run while you can Restraint thrown to the wind Never an escape for those who play this game Suffice to say If you sell your soul to the man in black Then surely you must know his name One more shot One more line One more fix and I'll be fine My god, I've got a gun against my head A rusted blade to file Draws a bitter sting For failures taste is far too plain Temptations just an alley length away You'll kick a thousand times today Hold it in A bitter taste Spit it out You've got to run while you can Restraint thrown to the wind Never a chance you could win An epitaph of lust, excess Dreams turn to death A once wide-eyed starlet Buried ghost white harlot One more shot One more line One more fix and I'll be fine My God, I've got a gun against my head We are the peddlers of flesh Buying dreams but selling death I'd like to watch it all burn down It's going to kill you It's going to kill me In vanity we see how small we are The hand glides across the wall Broken nails fit a broken doll Rope burns across he neck Refection shattered as her fist went through it They like to criticize you Ask for help? They'll deny you Just once I'd like to turn the tide The killer dwells inside me It's begging to be set free Concrete and steel won't hold me downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
