Snake Eyes (Live)
Here I lay
My stomach burning
Body in pain while the room keeps turning
There's blood on the sheets and my skin
I need a bigger hole to bury me in
What did I do last night and will I be ashamed
I keep on losing but I can't stop playing this game
Here I lay
My throat on fire
My stomach acid it keeps getting higher and higher
And I'm locked on my hands and knees
In sweat and tears just begging please
I promise I won't do this again
I'm in a daze at the end of the bottle
Clearer days are all long forgotten
I need your help, but I can't say it
Pull me out, I ain't gonna make it
And I guess the only thing to do
Is break all of my promises to you
To you
And I know what is wrong from right
But I will always roll the dice
'Cause in my eyes there might be something better
And at this point
What's another measure
I need your help, but I can't say it
Pull me out, I ain't gonna make it
Sing with me, London
I need your help, but I can't say it
(Pull me out, I ain't gonna make it)
And I guess the only thing to do
Is break all of my promises to you
To you
This next song
This next song is for my beautiful little girl, Marcy Rose
So do not fail me
My stomach burning
Body in pain while the room keeps turning
There's blood on the sheets and my skin
I need a bigger hole to bury me in
What did I do last night and will I be ashamed
I keep on losing but I can't stop playing this game
Here I lay
My throat on fire
My stomach acid it keeps getting higher and higher
And I'm locked on my hands and knees
In sweat and tears just begging please
I promise I won't do this again
I'm in a daze at the end of the bottle
Clearer days are all long forgotten
I need your help, but I can't say it
Pull me out, I ain't gonna make it
And I guess the only thing to do
Is break all of my promises to you
To you
And I know what is wrong from right
But I will always roll the dice
'Cause in my eyes there might be something better
And at this point
What's another measure
I need your help, but I can't say it
Pull me out, I ain't gonna make it
Sing with me, London
I need your help, but I can't say it
(Pull me out, I ain't gonna make it)
And I guess the only thing to do
Is break all of my promises to you
To you
This next song
This next song is for my beautiful little girl, Marcy Rose
So do not fail me
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Frank Carter, Dean Anthony Richardson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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