Paroles de God Complex (Intro)

Punch a hole in your coffin and let you breathe You've been living in your bed, dead between the sheets I know you get tired of finding yourself God, it must be nice to be fine and move on to something else God, it must be nice to feel fine and be happy with yourself God, it must be nice to get by and not be bad for your own health And God, it must be nice to be alright and not wanna destroy yourself Isn't it efficient, how I starve just to eat all my own words? I'll be fine once I make it, but I have to get there first You and I, we're disasters shaped like big bright stars Fucking everything up, no matter where we are