Sadistik - Chemical Burns (feat. Lotte Kestiner & Eyedea) Тексты

Veins as a road map, grabbing cold black in a throat that
Will not hold old habit, Kodak moments pass
I wrote spots on a toe-tag, the old made me so sad
That no taste of Cognac or Prozac antidote, twisting my skull
Out with the head, head like a hole Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone
Go out alone, try and fail, I inhaled dead to the world
Ethanol on your pedestal, burning chemical burns
hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect
Cursive in hell, the sweet silver bells all seem to say leave please
Demons will play, eating out, new and old, food for the soul -
The less you know, the less you feel
I am cursed with intelligence that I can not heal
Kneel, kill, death to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song
Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate, and a bruised jaw
God is not, no one owns me, there is no work, no robot, no cold feet
No God, just strong, homeless, soulless sold-so-so-long


Pay attention to paint peeling
Slow as the burn you feel
Break the heart you should never have
You can bury anything
In the forest


I'm a living wire in a dead world, I'm a good boy, but I'm a better girl7
Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, a different inch I'm free
You are a widow, liver of liquor, Suboxone under my tongue
Dull, once again to die young
I had fun, watching dad try to run, but he left a black hole inside his son
If we're being Frank, I'm an average Joe, cop shop
Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coca-Cola, 6 their only tsunami
Honestly, I could not even get to the back row
So how do you expect me to drown, upset or hurt me
You and what army, we're clear, I'm here
In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you
To push you away from your fears, corner him
It's usually break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart
I did not know what to say exactly, so I left
And then I thought I should at least have told her, thank you
But that's how it goes, where the grass grows
There is a past in the time capsule, I am drawn to your shadow
All the last drip until I'm broke
Let's make this storm feel clean, the war machine of the cowardly man
Blue plots, plots and schemes, ripened fruits, rotten dreams
Without thinking, I told a lie, nothing I would not do to save my own behind
I'm a live wire burning dead inside
But I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead until I die

Yes, cut your wrists on a glass slide
I can not change my past, but I can kiss it now and make it last
Remove trash, break, burn, another relapse
Make meat rework maybe
There is an intermittent smile and frown behind his mask