Текст песни Focus - Preacher

Black cats going insane, they think it′s please they don't think its pain
They′d die with the word think thoughts aside just, never mind their melancholy lifestyles
White cats tripping on pain, blood stains on their paper manes
They all think its easy to relapse yearly, don't call out the one that is killing
Black cats going insane, they think it's pleasure they don′t think its pain
They die with the high word think thoughts aside just

Don′t need to focus on me
Just need to numb me again
Don't need to focus on me
Just need to kill me again

Black cats going insane, trying to make sure that they′re never stray
If you don't get up don′t let it blind you, beautiful or ugly it tries to bind you
White cats, they are only hate you cause they are so jealous of something about you
All they do is bring you down, those trustful backstabbing family of clowns
Black cats, all I see is a giant get reptile looking at me
Didn't know it was you until you killed me too, you′re not sorry that you turned me blue

Don't need to focus on me
Just need to numb me again
Don't need to focus on me
Just need to kill me again

By the morning, they won′t be older
By the morning, they will be colder
By the morning, they′re on your shoulder
By the morning, they'll be your holder

By the morning, they won′t be older
By the morning, they will be colder
By the morning, they're on your shoulder
By the morning, they′ll be your holder