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    I'm scared to death
    Of myself

    I can't feel anything
    I can't feel anything
    I have become the pain
    I have become my own demons

    I'm tired of being a punk
    yeah, like I ever was
    I'm tired of being myself
    yeah, like I ever am

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    like a quarter dug out of a homeless man's pocket
    like a finger torn out from the socket
    I tried it and I knock it
    I'm just mad, 'cause nobody wants to steal my soul

    I'm tired of being made up
    yeah, like I ever am
    I'm tired of being tied down
    yeah, like I ever was

    Turn the radio on
    to the techno station
    keep it a few points off, so it sounds all ruff
    Then it matches my head
    all static with the meters in the red
    I'm feeling half dead

    feel the demons rise
    let the mercury rise
    I can't close my eyes

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    Composition: Rabbit Junk

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