Letra de Paleface

Cut off my air chasing my living will no matter where I fail I lay down like my beaten dog cut off my hands chasing my living hell another day has come and shed ignore the best that I had I can help you Savannah bound and downtown forgiving me reach in my vest and unload clemency good of the many outweighs the few time falls like sand I believe the world could do without another goddamn set of helping hands breathe like me and go without It's culling season Time for me to make my stand choking on the ebb of whiskey tide X3 spitting bile upon myself day in day out and unsatisfied ignoring all the good that's left in me open my arms to all disease ripping my lids to avoid the hated sleep the pictures that I saw of you I like them