كلمات Dying In Mexico

I had a vision You were not with me Looking through the days Looking through the truth of the days What's going on? Small rags burn as if they rose in glory Locked in tequila And I was hoping to be the perfect boy But here I am again dying for these stupid feelings I was dying on a screen And I should never have entered this game My flame is going out right now When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die? When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die? I was screaming I was dead I was traveling in space I can't face everyone My brain comes and goes while my guts come out It's more a feeling than a simple: Fuck You (fuck you) And I love her I was just a space ghost The night won't fuck it all I discovered the truth We weren't traveling to the mausoleum Oh don't tell me we're still in purgatory When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die? When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?