Slaves on Dope - Burn The Evidence | Текст песни

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• Slaves on Dope
• Burn The Evidence

We all need therapy, ‘cause God never seems to listen
Open up the pharmacy, and you’ll hear the angels crying
I never sleep
She’s lying on the plastic beach
and it’s reflecting right at me
I never sleep

Burn the evidence
I fill the void when I’m fucking you
locked in the white room with no view
it’s irrelevant
my life is quickly turning to
a catch 22

I’ve lost all self control
there’s no light in this hole
it will destroy me, break me
set me up to fail
I’m like a time bomb
chemical, comatose, medical, overdose

counting tiles on the ceiling
forty-five or sixty-seven
the telephone’s always ringing

this conversation’s going nowhere
ahhhh insomniac

burn the evidence
I fill the void when I’m fucking you
locked in the white room with no view
call the ambulance
my life is quickly turning to
a catch 22!

I’ve lost all self control
There’s no light in this hole
it will destroy me, break me
set me up to fail
I’m like a time bomb
chemical, comatose, medical, overdose

as my life seems to fade
one second isn’t a second at all
ignore it but it never goes away

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