Bourbon Soul
Stand up against this violent world
Figth you can never escape
For ages you've been waiting for a Sign
Though none was given nore Taken
For ages on the edge of knife
The less you take the more you Gain
Sudden heart attack torns out your Life
All you've faced before is in vein
You know this taste
It feels like rock'n'roll
You know it too well
Though this mind is twisted
Just like a paper doll
Are you going insane
The devil has shown up
He's shaking your hand
Pouring your glass
Your hectic spirit is roaming
Reckless bourbon soul
You pour the glass into your throat
Spit the letters to the board
Join the race of hearts and spades
Make a call to withdraw and fold
Open up your fucking eyes
Break the chain of your own Regime
You are haunting the illusion
That was never part of your dream
You know this taste
It feels like rock'n'roll
You know it too well
Though this mind is twisted
Just like a paper doll
Are you going insane
The devil has shown up
He's shaking your hand
Pouring your glass
Your hectic spirit is roaming
Reckless bourbon soul
Walking by under messed up halo
Wondering what u able to do
To earn angry crown
You know this taste
It feels like rock'n'roll
You know it too well
Though this mind is twisted
Just like a paper doll
Are you going insane
The devil has shown up
He's shaking your hand
Pouring your glass
Your hectic spirit is roaming
Reckless bourbon soul
Figth you can never escape
For ages you've been waiting for a Sign
Though none was given nore Taken
For ages on the edge of knife
The less you take the more you Gain
Sudden heart attack torns out your Life
All you've faced before is in vein
You know this taste
It feels like rock'n'roll
You know it too well
Though this mind is twisted
Just like a paper doll
Are you going insane
The devil has shown up
He's shaking your hand
Pouring your glass
Your hectic spirit is roaming
Reckless bourbon soul
You pour the glass into your throat
Spit the letters to the board
Join the race of hearts and spades
Make a call to withdraw and fold
Open up your fucking eyes
Break the chain of your own Regime
You are haunting the illusion
That was never part of your dream
You know this taste
It feels like rock'n'roll
You know it too well
Though this mind is twisted
Just like a paper doll
Are you going insane
The devil has shown up
He's shaking your hand
Pouring your glass
Your hectic spirit is roaming
Reckless bourbon soul
Walking by under messed up halo
Wondering what u able to do
To earn angry crown
You know this taste
It feels like rock'n'roll
You know it too well
Though this mind is twisted
Just like a paper doll
Are you going insane
The devil has shown up
He's shaking your hand
Pouring your glass
Your hectic spirit is roaming
Reckless bourbon soul
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Tokmeninov, Andrei Amelkevich, Andrey Amelkevich, Artur Heahhadze, Artur Hearhadze, Victor Andruschenko, Victor Andrushenko, Yanis Korzun
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