paroles de chanson ctrl+alt+del - Belak

Fucked it up
I cant ctrl+alt+delete that
Build it up
Like a time machine could repeat that
Fell in love
Space and time collided
And we crashed
Bottle it up
Till it cracks
Due to heat stress

There he goes
One of God's own prototypes
A high powered mutant of some kind
Never even considered for mass production

(belak)
Theres something about it
I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope
Think that im catching up, but im too slow
Its eating me alive like a black hole
Give a fuck about it
I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope
Think that im catching up, but im too slow
Its eating me alive like a black hole

Theres something about it
I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope
Think that im catching up, but im too slow
Its eating me alive like a black hole
Give a fuck about it
I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope
Think that im catching up, but im too slow
Its eating me alive like a black hole

And i need a fucking minute to myself
Just to sit here and breathe
The sound circles round me
When i break it down
Its just like a disease

The absolute weight of the glass doesnt matter
It depends on how long I hold onto it
If i hold it for a minute, nothing happens
If i hold it for an hour, my arm will begin to ache
If i hold it all day long, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed
Oh, the weight of the glass hasnt changed
But the longer i hold onto it the heavier it becomes
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