I gather myself from the ground, can't feel my feet.
Hand on the bible I swear they're after me, I'm their meat.
Turn and run, something must be done, before it's too late.
Turn and run, something must be done, before love turns to hate.
I let myself drift in fame,
deeper and deeper into the game,
I let myself allow me to,
Save my greedy soul.
How I survive?
I can't see the signs, too blinded for this all.
When something goes wrong, you make me smile,
pretty wrecking ball.
Turn and run, something must be done, before it's too late.
I let myself drift in fame,
deeper and deeper into the game,
I let myself allow me to
go deeper and deeper into the game!
Save my greedy soul.
How I survive?
Filthy demons after me...