| Veins like a roadmap, black cold grasp on a throat that
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| Won’t hold back old habit, Kodak moments go past
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| I wrote stains on a toe-tag, old man made me so sad
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| That no taste of the Cognac or Prozac antidote, twist my skull
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| Off with his head, head like a hole Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone
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| Exit alone, try and fail, life inhaled dead to the world
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| Ethanol on your pedestal, churn chemical burns
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| Hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect
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| Cursive in Hell, sweet silver bells all seem to say «Please go away»
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| Demons will play, eating away, new young and old, food for the soul-
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| Less that you know, the less that you feel
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| I’m cursed with intelligence I can’t heal
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| Kneel, kill, death to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song
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| Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate and a bruised jaw
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| Allah’s not, nobody owns me, no job, robot, no cold feet
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| No God, only strong no home, no soul sold so-so so long
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| Watch the paint peel
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| Slow as the burn you feel
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| Break the heart you never should’ve
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| You can bury anything
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| In the woods
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| I’m a live wire in a dead world, I’m a good boy, but I’m a better girl
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| Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, one inch different I’m free
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| You’re a widow, liquor liver, Suboxone under my tongue
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| Private numb, one more time for dying young
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| I had fun, watching father try to run, but he left a black hole inside his son
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| If we’re being Frank, I’m an average Joe, cop shop
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| Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coke, your tsunami of only
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| Honestly couldn’t even reach the back row
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| So how do you expect to drown me, dumbfound me or harm me
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| You and what army, are we clear, I’m here
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| In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you
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| To steer you away from your fears, stage bound
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| Usually it’s break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart
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| I didn’t know what to say exactly so I walked away
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| And later thought I should’ve at least told her thanks
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| But that’s how that goes, where the grass grows
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| There’s a past in the time capsule, I’m attracted to its shadow
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| Every last drip 'til I’m flat broke
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| Let’s make this storm feel clean, coward man war machine
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| Sour plans, plots and schemes, ripened fruit, rotten dreams
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| Thoughtlessly, I told a lie, nothing I won’t do to save my own behind
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| I’m a live wire burning dead inside
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| But I’m not dead, I’m not dead, I’m not dead until I’ve died
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| Yeah, cut your wrists on a blade of glass
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| I can’t change my past but I can kiss the now and make it last
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| Take out the trash, crash, burn, another relapse
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| Turn, rehash me perhaps
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| There’s an in-between smile and frown behind your mask |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chemical Burns , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп