Last Drop
I need to let it go (let it go)
I need to take it slow (take it slow)
But I think you gotta know (gotta know)
(fucking knew you were the devil)
That it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I'm going home, guess I wish I coulda done it before
Pray your God, I know I can only tell I'm still alive
I'm so crippled and I need a break, will you let me stay a while?
Sick and disillusioned, anticipating the sunrise
Took me long enough to figure pain is pleasure in disguise
I need to let it go
I need to take it slow
But I think you gotta know
That it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I'm going home, guess I wish I coulda done it before
Yeah it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I lost myself, fucking knew you were the devil
Skin is getting red and sore, blood is boiling from the sun
Drank the last drop of water in the flask, start to think I might be done
Dreams, hallucinations, images of life and death
Now I'll cry my last goodbye, erase my footsteps from the path
And it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I'm going home, guess I wish I coulda done it before
Yeah it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I lost myself, fucking knew you were the devil
I need to take it slow (take it slow)
But I think you gotta know (gotta know)
(fucking knew you were the devil)
That it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I'm going home, guess I wish I coulda done it before
Pray your God, I know I can only tell I'm still alive
I'm so crippled and I need a break, will you let me stay a while?
Sick and disillusioned, anticipating the sunrise
Took me long enough to figure pain is pleasure in disguise
I need to let it go
I need to take it slow
But I think you gotta know
That it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I'm going home, guess I wish I coulda done it before
Yeah it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I lost myself, fucking knew you were the devil
Skin is getting red and sore, blood is boiling from the sun
Drank the last drop of water in the flask, start to think I might be done
Dreams, hallucinations, images of life and death
Now I'll cry my last goodbye, erase my footsteps from the path
And it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I'm going home, guess I wish I coulda done it before
Yeah it's over now, everything is just an echo
And I lost myself, fucking knew you were the devil
Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Girardi, Alberto Battistata
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