You wanna see me scrolling, drowning
I'm running out of luck and out of shape
You wanna see me begging, kneeling
I rather kill myself than play this game, you know...
Can I get a little peace of mind?
Who puts a smile on that face?
You want to see me out of shape.
Hey. I've got a fucking thorn in my spine.
Collision. Control. We're bound by blood.
Now make-up and break-up the lines.
I'm hating the ways in your words and your thoughts.
Just shut the fuck up.
Collision. Control. We're bound by blood.
Make up and break up the lines.
Like a burning flag we fall down