Текст песни LEFT 4 DEAD - Sylendanna

Can't help i feel like that
Get out my fucking head
I'm Left For Dead
I'm Left For Dead

Gun beside my bed
Troubled little kid
I'm Left For Dead
I'm Left For Dead

Bullet proof vest
Never come back again
Leave no one left
Coming right to your address

Relieve my stress
Pass it on to someone else
I must confess
Body yeah it's been possessed

I am your god
I am your god
I am your god
I am your god

I am your god
I am your god
I am your god
I am your god

Better watch how the fuck you speak to me
Next time we won't forgive so easily no
I won't stop til i have em all your my little charm
Keep my little baby girl on my arm

Get inside my car driving to the stars
Got that little scar that i branded you with my cigar
I'm a superstar playing my guitar
Sitting at the bar i don't give a fuck about tomor

Can't help i feel like that
Get out my fucking head
I'm Left For Dead
I'm Left For Dead

Gun beside my bed
Troubled little kid
I'm Left For Dead
I'm Left For Dead

Everbody always looks at me like i'm the bad guy
How high baby can you sit on stand by
Oh my, you just love to sit and waste time
I try, get the fuck up off my facetime

Pick sides, get on mine have a hella time
It's a sign, baby look better than melodyne
It's a narrow line gonna walk on it gonna decline
This is my life, get the fuck up outta mine

Huh yeah, i'm an animal
Like at that rate no i can not even relate
Nice traits yeah one day i'm gonna have it made
No way no way she calling me bay bay ay

Can't help i feel like that
Get out my fucking head
I'm Left For Dead
I'm Left For Dead

Gun beside my bed
Troubled little kid
I'm Left For Dead
I'm Left For Dead