Run For Your Death (More Pills) Songtext

Where's the drain?
I'm slowly rolling in and out of faith

Oh, no
I think I'm gonna fuckin' let go
Overloaded
Color coded
But nothing ever came back into focus
You found a new obsession
So here's my confession to you
Baby blue
From my point of view
We were a Catch-22

It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go, I see your face
It's cool, I'm dead
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It's cold and dark And everywhere I go
I just want to escape

What's happening?
What is this awful taste?
I'm insane
Please knock me out with high test benzocaine

Oh, yes
I think I'm just a little bit possessed
It's a big day when the king lays dead
From a supersonic missile to the chest
And I gave it all I had, which
Wasn't exactly my best
Let's make a mess
I can never regret all the things I forget

It's cold and dark
And everywhere I go, I see your face
Fff, cool
I'm dead
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Slowly rolling in and out of hate
Slowly rolling in and out of hate
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