Red Eyes
I am in the process of finding myself
Cause otherwise it
Will lead me to my grave
Fuck damn
No desire to be a fucking slave
For this system of life
I won't to waste my time
Demons haunt me in my fucking dreams
And try to beat me
Don't look in my face
I will hunt you down
Break your fucking bones
And i will you find
And i'm looking for the way
Out of this fucking hell
And the devil calls to me
Whispering softly
In my ear that my soul to sell
That my soul to sell
Uhhhh
Uhhhh
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
And i'm still waiting
For the redemption
Come to me
And hold my hand
And I thought
You were a true friend
I seep in grief
Like it's quicksand
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
I am in the process of finding myself
Put the knife in my throat
I will cry, but i can't
I am slowly at end
I have blood on my hands
I can't stand up, because
I have no more strength
I got nosebleeds every day
I got many fears to stay
He was 38, why he died?
Rest in peace, uncle mike
And i'm still waiting
For the redemption
Come to me
And hold my hand
And I thought
You were a true friend
I seep in grief
Like it's quicksand
And i'm still waiting
For the redemption
Come to me
And hold my hand
Cause otherwise it
Will lead me to my grave
Fuck damn
No desire to be a fucking slave
For this system of life
I won't to waste my time
Demons haunt me in my fucking dreams
And try to beat me
Don't look in my face
I will hunt you down
Break your fucking bones
And i will you find
And i'm looking for the way
Out of this fucking hell
And the devil calls to me
Whispering softly
In my ear that my soul to sell
That my soul to sell
Uhhhh
Uhhhh
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
And i'm still waiting
For the redemption
Come to me
And hold my hand
And I thought
You were a true friend
I seep in grief
Like it's quicksand
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
And i think
I lose my mind
Cannabis in joint
Got red eyes
I am in the process of finding myself
Put the knife in my throat
I will cry, but i can't
I am slowly at end
I have blood on my hands
I can't stand up, because
I have no more strength
I got nosebleeds every day
I got many fears to stay
He was 38, why he died?
Rest in peace, uncle mike
And i'm still waiting
For the redemption
Come to me
And hold my hand
And I thought
You were a true friend
I seep in grief
Like it's quicksand
And i'm still waiting
For the redemption
Come to me
And hold my hand
Credits
Writer(s): Tobias Wonner
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