Lyrics No Rest for the Depressed - Adam jensen

No Rest for the Depressed

Sipping on whiskey, sipping on bleach\nSlipping my tongue and slurring my speech\nRolling in filth and swimming in dirt\nCut off my skin and pretend it don’t hurt\nMomma says I’m a goner\n.40s and marijuana\nDon’t think I’ll last much longer\nFrom the silence of the night\nComes a distant lullaby\nYeah, I keep running from something that’s hiding underneath\nAnd I keep waiting and waiting for something I can’t see\nAnd every day’s another struggle, pour me up another double\nSpend my nights escaping death, no rest for the depressed\nSinking in water, drown me out slow\nWake up in places I never go\nLiving in chaos, burning alive\nLook at myself with tears in my eyes\nMomma says I’m a goner\n.40s and marijuana\nDon’t think I’ll last much longer\nYeah, I keep running from something that’s hiding underneath\nAnd I keep waiting and waiting for something I can’t see\nAnd every day’s another struggle, pour me up another double\nSpend my nights escaping death, no rest for the depressed\n(From the silence of the night)\n(Comes a distant lullaby)\nYeah, I keep running from something that’s hiding underneath\nAnd I keep waiting and waiting for something I can’t see\nAnd every day’s another struggle, pour me up another double\nSpend my nights escaping death, no rest for the depressed