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Rage
Whiskey breath, foggy eyes, what’s the point, I pass the time
Can’t feel my face…… check my pulse, just in case
Long faces……...unfamiliar places, I don't ever feel right
surrounded by some sort of kryptonite
Wake up, cold sweat, now I’m reaching for a cigarette
Mental state on a steady decline, not much I don’t regret
Wish I could rewind, Ain't no way to calm the demons in my mind, yeah they don't ever sleep
Sometimes I wanna be six feet deep.
Can’t escape this rage, my troubles they follow
Staring down a twelve gauge, have I always felt this hollow?
Chorus:
OOOOHHHH ……..you wouldn’t believe the things I overhear
I gotta get out of here, gotta get out of here
Something tells me I won’t live to see next year
Suicidal tendencies paired with substance dependencies
It won’t be long till I disappear
Lost my mind a long time ago, wanna run away, maybe colorado
Miles from town, where there’s no one around, is where I’d settle down, My own frontier, somewhere I don’t need the whiskey to numb my fears.
Or maybe a cabin outside aspen, somewhere near a stream, where nobody can hear my screams
Why does everybody wanna get in my mind? Don’t talk to me, yes I’m fine
Tell myself I don’t need them anyway, why do I need drugs just to get me through the day?
Too high, can’t ever come down, pills and mary jane…….. No match for the demons that curse myyyy brain
don’t want to let you down, I’m sorry for all this pain
Chorus:
OOOOHHHH ……..you wouldn’t believe the things I overhear
I gotta get out of here, gotta get out of here
Something tells me I won’t live to see next year
Suicidal tendencies paired with substance dependencies
It won’t be long till I disappear
Can’t feel my face…… check my pulse, just in case
Long faces……...unfamiliar places, I don't ever feel right
surrounded by some sort of kryptonite
Wake up, cold sweat, now I’m reaching for a cigarette
Mental state on a steady decline, not much I don’t regret
Wish I could rewind, Ain't no way to calm the demons in my mind, yeah they don't ever sleep
Sometimes I wanna be six feet deep.
Can’t escape this rage, my troubles they follow
Staring down a twelve gauge, have I always felt this hollow?
Chorus:
OOOOHHHH ……..you wouldn’t believe the things I overhear
I gotta get out of here, gotta get out of here
Something tells me I won’t live to see next year
Suicidal tendencies paired with substance dependencies
It won’t be long till I disappear
Lost my mind a long time ago, wanna run away, maybe colorado
Miles from town, where there’s no one around, is where I’d settle down, My own frontier, somewhere I don’t need the whiskey to numb my fears.
Or maybe a cabin outside aspen, somewhere near a stream, where nobody can hear my screams
Why does everybody wanna get in my mind? Don’t talk to me, yes I’m fine
Tell myself I don’t need them anyway, why do I need drugs just to get me through the day?
Too high, can’t ever come down, pills and mary jane…….. No match for the demons that curse myyyy brain
don’t want to let you down, I’m sorry for all this pain
Chorus:
OOOOHHHH ……..you wouldn’t believe the things I overhear
I gotta get out of here, gotta get out of here
Something tells me I won’t live to see next year
Suicidal tendencies paired with substance dependencies
It won’t be long till I disappear
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