Текст песни 6's Song [Higher Power] - haych

My life is like yours
Except I got a face like an angel's corpse
Cold hands, bloody nose
Am I human? Should I take notes?
Winning? No, I can't describe how I'm feeling
My mind, it stops at the ceiling
You've come to far to give up
Zoned out, Ideas burned out and I'm cold now
I hope I'll be the way to a new sound
You've made me proud, don't let up

I had a nightmare
I saw a skeleton in the armchair
This is ethernet warfare
Tell your friends that they're all software
Ask me? I don't wanna take questions, can you fax me?
In the backseat of the taxi
I wanna get drunk on jealousy
It's happening, You're walking too fast over cattle grids
When I get tired can you drag me?
I wanna take meds and fall asleep

Make your mind up
Eat the rich, love
Burn a pound note
And choke on the queens smoke
(Choke on the queens smoke)

I'm on a road to nowhere
This round-a-bout has got no exits
Signs from a higher power
Hey Siri, text 'em, tell 'em what happened
Haych