Heroin Black & Rabid - Hosting A Soul | Текст песни

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• Heroin Black & Rabid
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It feels like a demon inside of my mind
I can’t control my thoughts, this bloody river of mine
I don’t know why I cut, this voice is telling me to
I'm going 6 feet down, I can’t go on any more

I'm getting sicker than sick I kind of like being dead
I’ve changed the channel so that all I hear is hell
I don’t know why I choice you to fall back on to abuse
You seem to wish it again all I did was for you
I don’t know where i’m heading I lost all my sense
Constrict me from my head, the only tool that works
It gets rid of my problem yet I'm the biggest one
I can’t control my mind its fuckin blown away

Everything's so fuckin useless I don’t see the point in anything
Except for that fucking knife it clears up my mind
I'm shaking from the pain it's keeping me alive
I'm sitting strapped to a chair the kind that kills you
For hurting the innocent cuz I needed something to do
The shock goes through my body but doesn’t kill my soul
It's somewhere lurking out there beyond the living dead
And when it finds its host it’ll do the same to them

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