The Mad Trist - My Mouth A Whistle | Текст песни

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Breathe in breathe out
It won't work out and I'm about
To bend and crack, overreact
Attack, attack, attack, attack
I must confess
I try my best but make a mess
And something gets inside my head

Temperature is rising
Now it would be wise if you and I would step aside
I try to be calm but I can't fight it

I am afraid
Of what I break, in this state
I try to change it's not too late
Too, late, too late, too late, too late
Am I deranged?
Can't concentrate, my mind's a haze
And in this haze I detonate

Temperature is rising
Now it would be wise if you and I would step aside
I try to be calm but I can't fight it

My head's a kettle
Put on a stove,
My mouth a whistle
About to blow
Oh temper temper
Oh wall of stone
Pressure is building
About to blow!

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