Hitlist 歌词

Man made hell, with no where to turn Somethings wrong, what the fuck is happening Is this going to be the death of me Or is this just the beginning Could this be the end, the end of everything Cause nothings what it seems in your reality Lost in search of soul, bodies chilled and cold State of paralysis, all for another fix Constant drip, self inflict, empty pit Your burnt out I can't sweat away this foulness lingering on leaving me stripped Words just can not describe anymore Fuck all I can say is what a bad trip Down on, down on the floor Can't find what I've been searching for I, I cannot breath I will not be beaten I must, I must be loosing my mind Its not, Its not your fault I'm the one that took the dope I must, I must be loosing my mind I must, must be loosing my mind At this point nothing matters The drugs have been devoured High, Fried