Drowning In Dying Light
I'm fed up
Regretted this life i'm living
I haven't bled enough
In the eyes of wicked
I'm plagued with this dying sickness
So I drain my brain with all types of liquid
So there's no question of why they say I'm different
Road rash, fast speeds, slow can't catch me, programmed actually, won't ask
If homes happy, grown man crashing, both hands cracking in a romance collapsing
Road rash, fast speeds, slow can't catch me, programmed actually, won't ask
If homes happy
Too many thoughts destroying my head
I'm tired, no more tears to be shed
Breath spend and I'm eating my fears
Walking in paces without you being here
No more colorful spaces
Without you being here
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
My talks with God
Negotiations what a facade
He must be on vacation
I cannot see through this fog
Intrepidation
Every step that I'm taking
Into his defecation
Feel like I'm a desecration
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
Out
Regretted this life i'm living
I haven't bled enough
In the eyes of wicked
I'm plagued with this dying sickness
So I drain my brain with all types of liquid
So there's no question of why they say I'm different
Road rash, fast speeds, slow can't catch me, programmed actually, won't ask
If homes happy, grown man crashing, both hands cracking in a romance collapsing
Road rash, fast speeds, slow can't catch me, programmed actually, won't ask
If homes happy
Too many thoughts destroying my head
I'm tired, no more tears to be shed
Breath spend and I'm eating my fears
Walking in paces without you being here
No more colorful spaces
Without you being here
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
My talks with God
Negotiations what a facade
He must be on vacation
I cannot see through this fog
Intrepidation
Every step that I'm taking
Into his defecation
Feel like I'm a desecration
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
Found myself in a path less followed
Ended up tasked with breathless and hollow
Always asking, guessing if tomorrow
If my soul will be collected or borrowed
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
I don't know how I get it out
Out
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Writer(s): Vincent Freeman
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