Composição: Wash
I can't speak, I can't deny, all those things I've done to me, it's a nail in my hand. A censored content, a chemical violence, a self-rape for my body and I still rather be...
Addiction always makes me think what's the use of being rich. Cause last night I spent a lot in drugs and alcoholic drinks. Do you really wanna know what's the funniest thing of this?
More I get, more I need, so save for yourself this s*** bag moral speach.
Such a lie being cleaned, the choice belongs to me. Self destruction is an option, I'd rather be...
Hung...over again. Have you ever felt the same? Hung...over again.
Here comes again...vomit help me to heal the headache before 1:00pm.
Sometimes I wonder, how long can I keep dealing with this? Is it time to go to rehab? Bullshit! "Regret" it's a hard word for me to say.
As soon as possible - and this is clear for all of us - I'm gonna ride a bad trip again.
Such a lie being cleaned, the choide belongs to me. Junk behaviour, I'm a savior, I still rather be...
Hung...over again. Hve you ever felt the same? Hung...over again.
Desperation, desolation, sickness, confusion, humilliation. Disrespected, hopeless, underestimated for my friends... Why?
f*** the tren and the common sense,
chemical addiction -forviveness... No!
I can't speak, I can't deny, all those things I've done to me, it's a nail in my hand. A censored content, a chemical violence, a self-rape for my body and I still rather be...
Addiction always makes me think what's the use of being rich. Cause last night I spent a lot in drugs and alcoholic drinks. Do you really wanna know what's the funniest thing of this?
More I get, more I need, so save for yourself this s*** bag moral speach.
Such a lie being cleaned, the choice belongs to me. Self destruction is an option, I'd rather be...
Hung...over again. Have you ever felt the same? Hung...over again.
Here comes again...vomit help me to heal the headache before 1:00pm.
Sometimes I wonder, how long can I keep dealing with this? Is it time to go to rehab? Bullshit! "Regret" it's a hard word for me to say.
As soon as possible - and this is clear for all of us - I'm gonna ride a bad trip again.
Such a lie being cleaned, the choide belongs to me. Junk behaviour, I'm a savior, I still rather be...
Hung...over again. Hve you ever felt the same? Hung...over again.
Desperation, desolation, sickness, confusion, humilliation. Disrespected, hopeless, underestimated for my friends... Why?
f*** the tren and the common sense,
chemical addiction -forviveness... No!