Worshipin’ dead like the snakes in my head I’ve lost all **** hope for you
A minute wouldn’t pass where you wouldn’t kick my ***
As the words you spoke float through homebrew
Daisies that float down a river on old wave
The bodies of those I’ve lost
Ribbons and in the burnt neon
As the of my life’s more a cause
all
Losing the sound
Hopeless in all the
that you the drugs
To talk the screen
a Christmas that I’d feel hands
But wrong again with a morning sick
a come down and the kin
all
Losing the sound
Hopeless in all the
that you the drugs
The will come dad and
One last lie all you could do
An scream
For the man who lives way past the moon
all
Losing the sound
Hopeless in all the
that you the drugs
Hopeless in all the
that you the drugs
Hopenless in all the
that you the drugs