1. |
Vicious Cycles
04:51
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Too much junkie business
Hiding my shit, my shit from the cops
I’m living on the edge
It never stops
Every morning when I wake up
My head spins and spins around
All I want is spit it out
Alcohol always knocks me down!
Vicious cycles again
Vicious cycles drags me back
Bad dust after the show
So many dangerous girls (Dangerous girls)
Unprotected sex in the bathrooms
I’m out, I’m out of control
Hey sweety, I’m so sorry
But I was too high to keep you in my mind
Hey bitch, you are so hot
But now I’m too drunk to fuck!
Vicious cycles again
Vicious cycles drags me back
Can’t you see I am
Losing myself in this quicksand?
I’m twenty-seven
However I don’t wanna die
It seems to be so stupid
I’m bad, I’m not a dumb guy
But now my hands are shaking
And my heart is failing
I can’t take, I can’t take these aches
The best time to stop is now.
It's better to turn around somehow.
The best time to stop is NOW!
Vicious cycles again
Vicious cycles drags me back
Can’t you see I am
Losing myself in this quicksand?
NOT AGAIN!!
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2. |
Slow Suicide
02:52
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I try and try again
Looking around for my promised land
So sick and tired again
This obsession never ends
Gimme one reason to die
Just watchin my days go by
Gimme one reason to stay alive
Save me from my fuckin’ life
I know, I’ve passed all limits of my sanity
I am crossing borders
In another state
Of my consciusness
Gimme one reason to die
Just watchin my days go by
Gimme one reason to stay alive
Save me from my fuckin’ life
Slow suicide!
Tell me something with your eyes
And make me feel why
My blood keeps running trought my veins tonight
Please, take me out
Leave me far
Sick of this life
Slow suicide
Crazy as fuck
Dirty like a whore
Sick as dog
No more!
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3. |
My Way, My Strength
03:27
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I look into the mirror
And I can't recognize myself
I'm feeling dirty 'n disgusting
I'm not half of what I used to be
It feels like I'm drowning
In a sea of pointless pussies and sin
I scream for help (HELP!)
But this sound just can't get out of my chest
And I know
I have to find my way
And I want
To have my strength again
I look into the mirror
And I can't recognize myself
I'm feeling dirty, dirty 'n disgusting
I'm not half of what I used to be
It feels like I'm drowning (I'm feeling the ground)
In a sea of pointless pussies and sin
I scream for help (yeah!)
But this sound just can't get out of my fuckin' chest
And I know
I have to find my way
And I want
To have my strength again
To have my strenght again!
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