Blood Clot
I can't sleep 'cause my ears are always ringing
From the sirens and the sound of the gunshots
I can't think 'cause the walls are closing in on me
I'm weirded out by people who just don't stop
I don't speak 'cause my head is always spinning
And I'm lost inside the rhythm of the blood clot
I try to listen but I'm maxing out and tripping
'Cause my friends and I are always in the wrong spot
And it's always burning into my soul
And it's always creeping into my bones
And I'm fucked up (fucked up), tripping out (tripping out)
Feeling stuck and down and out
My mind wanders in and out, I'm bought and sold
I can't sleep 'cause my ears are always ringing
From the sirens and the sound of the gunshot (oh!)
I can't think 'cause the walls are closing in on me
I'm weirdеd out by people who just won't stop (oh!)
I don't speak 'causе my head is always spinning
And I'm lost inside the rhythm of the blood clot (oh!)
I try to listen but I'm maxing out and tripping
'Cause my friends and I are always in the wrong spot (oh!)
And it's always burning into my soul
And it's always creeping into my bones
And I'm fucked up (fucked up), tripping out (tripping out)
Feeling stuck, I'm down and out
My mind wanders in and out, I'm bought and sold
And it's always burning into my soul
And it's always creeping into my bones
And I'm fucked up (fucked up), tripping out (tripping out)
Feeling stuck and down and out
My mind wanders in and out, I'm bought and sold
From the sirens and the sound of the gunshots
I can't think 'cause the walls are closing in on me
I'm weirded out by people who just don't stop
I don't speak 'cause my head is always spinning
And I'm lost inside the rhythm of the blood clot
I try to listen but I'm maxing out and tripping
'Cause my friends and I are always in the wrong spot
And it's always burning into my soul
And it's always creeping into my bones
And I'm fucked up (fucked up), tripping out (tripping out)
Feeling stuck and down and out
My mind wanders in and out, I'm bought and sold
I can't sleep 'cause my ears are always ringing
From the sirens and the sound of the gunshot (oh!)
I can't think 'cause the walls are closing in on me
I'm weirdеd out by people who just won't stop (oh!)
I don't speak 'causе my head is always spinning
And I'm lost inside the rhythm of the blood clot (oh!)
I try to listen but I'm maxing out and tripping
'Cause my friends and I are always in the wrong spot (oh!)
And it's always burning into my soul
And it's always creeping into my bones
And I'm fucked up (fucked up), tripping out (tripping out)
Feeling stuck, I'm down and out
My mind wanders in and out, I'm bought and sold
And it's always burning into my soul
And it's always creeping into my bones
And I'm fucked up (fucked up), tripping out (tripping out)
Feeling stuck and down and out
My mind wanders in and out, I'm bought and sold
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