Текст песни Corazon - Version Eight

Ghost in the attic
Can't fight it
Haunting my sleep
Cloaked in mor-fucking-phine
Cigarette lit from the static
Killing all the seconds
And the time in between
Every word I ink
More blood in the sink
Emptied all my magazines
Glock 43
Roll with me
And maybe you'll see
Not all gods need the goddamn belief
God
God
If a god can't believe in me
What's the point of falling to my knees?

Bring the horizon
I'm swimming in smoke
I know how to live
With a fucked up corazon
Dance with the dead
I feel better with them
We sell better drugs
With a gun to our heads

Drifting in the dark
Venezuelan art
Shadow on the wall
Purple fucked me up
Left my whole life
At the last fucking club
One too many dolls
Let my heart self destruct
Maybe one day it'll feel like luck
Maybe right now it just feels so fucked
Guess I'm writing songs
In my goddamned blood
Where all those fucking texts
Were a shot in the dark

Bring the horizon
I'm swimming in smoke
I know how to live
With a fucked up corazon
Dance with the dead
I feel better with them
We sell better drugs
With a gun to our heads