Bluesbreaker - Quicksand | Текст песни

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• Bluesbreaker
• Quicksand

Too many wolves under my door
Too many snitches around
But I won't let them come inside
To tear my body down

Exhausted of years
I was waiting for the friend to take of me
Now I'm waiting for the day
I'll take to grave this misery

Drowning inside myself
I'm looking for a place to stay
The darkest corner of my soul
Will be my peaceful bay

My brain is turned
Like horn of the rum
But nothing drops
From my blue eye, for sure

I'm sick and tired of your lies
I gonna quit this shit
And there's million more reasons
To keep me out of it

And even if my nutshell break
Under the pressure of time
You'll never understand
What's going on inside

How many more years you got to drag me down?