كلمات Overdose

It's a cold dark space in my head I know And there's two-three ways I could overdose It's a cold dark space in my head I know And there's two-three ways I could overdose You're the shadow sitting in the corner of the room So I scratch and I claw to get away from you Yeah I can't cope but you already know that the mind has gone Where the bodies don't float Let it go Fight it, no Sick sad poet at the end of a rope To rot in rhythm with the one who made the first incision A sacrifice was dealt, the blade don't take no fucking prisoners When the blood don't dry, yet it stays on your mind When the blood don't dry, lobotomize When the blood don't dry, rinse and repeat the fucking cycle It's a cold dark space in my head I know And there's two-three ways I could overdose You're the shadow sitting in the corner of the room So I scratch and I claw to get away from you It's a cold dark space in my head I know And there's two-three ways I could overdose You're the shadow sitting in the corner of the room So I scratch and I claw to get away from you Yeah I scratch and I claw to get away from you I scratch and I claw to get away from you