Psyched Electrons - Going Down | Текст песни

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• Psyched Electrons
• Going Down

No water, no money,
No measly bloody crust
No promise, no worries
And time turns into dust
I dream of the smell of food
I know that it is not for good

REPEAT:
I'm going down

Shades growing, 'm still going
And heat replaces cold
Dark thickens, heart ticking
I try in sense to hold
The road is so insanely long
Don't know if I will get back home

REPEAT.