paroles de chanson Run For Your Death (More Pills) - Highly Suspect

It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go I see your face
It's cool, I'm dead
More pills, more pills
More pills, more pills
It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go I see your face

What's happening?, what is this awful place?
Where's the drain?
I'm slowly rolling in and out of faith

Oh, no
I think I'm gonna fucking let go
Overloaded, color-coded
But nothing ever came back in the focus
He's found a new obsession
So here is my confession to you, baby-boo
From my point of view, we're a Catch 22

It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go I see your face
It's cool, I'm dead
More pills, more pills
More pills, more pills
It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go
I just want to escape

What's happening?, what is this awful taste?
I'm insane
Please knock me out with high-test benzocaine

Oh, yes
I think I'm just a little bit possessed
It's a big day
When the king lays dead
From the supersonic missile to the chest (chest)
And I gave it all I've had
Which wasn't exactly my best (let's make a mess)
I can't never regret all the things I forget

It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go I see your face
It's cool, I'm dead
More pills, more pills
More pills, more pills
More!
Hey!
Hey!
More, hey!

Slowly rolling in and out of (faith)
Slowly rolling in and out of (faith)
Slowly rolling in and out of (faith)
Slowly rolling in and out of