Stoned Cold
Strike of the lighter
My brain is getting higher
Masking my feelings
I'm fucking reeling
Smoke fills my lungs
I inhale
The rush has become dull
This is hell
My will has come undone
A dark spell
The grip is getting tighter
A worn down fighter
The walls are getting closer
I wish this was over
Smoke fills my lungs
I inhale
The rush has become dull
This is hell
My will has come undone
A dark spell
My brain is getting higher
Masking my feelings
I'm fucking reeling
Smoke fills my lungs
I inhale
The rush has become dull
This is hell
My will has come undone
A dark spell
The grip is getting tighter
A worn down fighter
The walls are getting closer
I wish this was over
Smoke fills my lungs
I inhale
The rush has become dull
This is hell
My will has come undone
A dark spell
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Lashley
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