LYRIC
Last night I spoke to Death
Make me sick with black insides and empty lungs full of dust
An addiction with no limits
You started out as a taste
I couldn't get enough yet I use to be so free
Now I'm running in the night with these black lungs
Every step that I take from you takes me one step closer
The nights alone
Wondering was it worth it
But the rush, it feels so perfect
Couldn’t ever beat the first time
But I always keep coming back
Said that this would be the last time
But I always keep coming back
Last night I spoke with Death
Make me sick with black insides
I'm up to my neck in this mess I call my life
Please tell me that we are almost fucking done
The nights alone
Wondering was it worth it
But the rush, it feels so perfect
Couldn’t ever beat the first time
But I always keep coming back
Said that this would be the last time
But I always keep coming back
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