Through all the shit that's on, the hit sits on your brain And you are stacked with bills: behold, your game So you've got to run and you've got to hide, lock yourself in for a while. In that's a song you made.
I get the feeling when I set you off, Like I'm on fire, I've been burning for so long
Last year we started in this room and the cold house departed heart from home. This year the shit that haunts this room is a sold house, and the calm to come.
I get the feeling when I set you off, Like I'm on fire, I've been burning for so long.