Shit Hits the Fan

Seems like I'm loosing
Shit hits the fan
A game I never wanted to play
Shit hits the fan
Blue pills distract me from all the pain
Seems like I'm losing
An unwinnable game

Can't move on
My conscience is killing me
Try to avoid pain
Except of my conscience that's telling me to move along
I really want to but I can't move on

Made one step to far
Shit hits the fan
Couldn't see the border
Shit hits the fan
The next 40 rounds of thin white lines around me
Cheap whores for all of you
Right time at the wrong place
Shit hits my pants



Credits
Writer(s): Markus Anna Poettschacher, Frank Schachinger
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