Songtext
Slowly things are turning around
And every second takes a minute
Time is running out
I've been counting down
And every step I take just seems to stick in the ground
Pretty soon
I think I'm freaking out
Pretty soon
I think I'm sinking down
I crash through windows tear the lounge
Set fire to a living room couch
And I think the city is going down
There's dirt in the air and my lungs are turning brown
But it's only me
You coward
I'm not feeling the best
I'll just lay down and rest
My head against the gravestone
That you've made me
Decorate with blood from my veins
Sick with suicide
Don't you say
You would never even get to say my name
Anymore
You'll see
With time
You'll die