Letra de WILT

Crawling on the edge Sick of being sick Help me get away I can’t even think I am not afraid I keep all my enemies alive, gotta wait Just a taste, something simple bitter-sweet Your a waste, there’s just nothing underneath Pretty face, got the snakes showing colours I just need a break from the fakes and the lovers Somethings in the air and it getting kind of cynical I’ll be counting pictures with the kings and criminals You could never tell the truth You running out of shit to prove I bet the I’ll look better on the dark side Got you living lost with regret I'm the voices in your head We’re the voices in your head, death, bed We’re the voices in your head, death, bed I can hear you calling out my name We just found a way to get away I'm amazed that you never saw it coming Left you on ceiling Thinking you’d amount to something Now I'm fucking running High I'm watching it burn I'm drunk off hurt You're a waste, there's just nothing underneath Pretty face got the snakes showing colours I just need a break from the fakes and the lovers Somethings in the air and it getting kind of cynical I’ll be counting pictures with the kings and criminals You could never tell the truth You running out of shit prove I bet the I’ll look better on the dark side Got you living lost with regret I'm the voices in your head We’re the voices in your head, death, bed We’re the voices in your head, death, bed