intrusive thoughts
Resting away, fuck the days where I
Smothering away, away, away
Into my grave
I'm flying, I'm flying away
I cannot see anymore
Come on help me at my front door
I know, I know, I know
You keep saying your low, your low, your low, your low
At your life,
Got to get this spark in your brain
Got to watch it out, you know
Ooooouuh,
I knew I wasn't able to find you soon
But I will find you either way
Man, it's way too dark I cannot see a thing
And I'm hiding in this scary place
See a m-o-n-s-t-e-r hiding under my bed
Maybe things would be better if I were off
Dead
Resting away, fuck the days where I
Smothering away, away, away
Into my grave
I'm flying, I'm flying away
I cannot see anymore
Come on help me at my front door
I know, I know, I know
You keep saying your low, your low, your low, your low
At your life,
Got to get this spark in your brain
Got to watch it out, you know
Resting away, fuck the days where I
Smothering away, away, away
Into my grave
I'm flying, I'm flying away
I cannot see anymore
Come on help me at my front door
I know, I know, I know
You keep saying your low, your low, your low, your low
At your life,
Got to get this spark in your brain
Got to watch it out, you know
Smothering away, away, away
Into my grave
I'm flying, I'm flying away
I cannot see anymore
Come on help me at my front door
I know, I know, I know
You keep saying your low, your low, your low, your low
At your life,
Got to get this spark in your brain
Got to watch it out, you know
Ooooouuh,
I knew I wasn't able to find you soon
But I will find you either way
Man, it's way too dark I cannot see a thing
And I'm hiding in this scary place
See a m-o-n-s-t-e-r hiding under my bed
Maybe things would be better if I were off
Dead
Resting away, fuck the days where I
Smothering away, away, away
Into my grave
I'm flying, I'm flying away
I cannot see anymore
Come on help me at my front door
I know, I know, I know
You keep saying your low, your low, your low, your low
At your life,
Got to get this spark in your brain
Got to watch it out, you know
Resting away, fuck the days where I
Smothering away, away, away
Into my grave
I'm flying, I'm flying away
I cannot see anymore
Come on help me at my front door
I know, I know, I know
You keep saying your low, your low, your low, your low
At your life,
Got to get this spark in your brain
Got to watch it out, you know
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Writer(s): Beau Bolotte
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