الكلمات الأصلية
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Ya ever been up at 3 am
Climbing up into a stand
Black Benelli on your shoulder
Cold sixer in your hand
Yeah, I need to get away
From a life from I fucking hate
Yeah, I know it ain't the season
But I'm out here hunting demons
It's a special kinda hell, feeling small in a small town
You can't escape your mistakes
Or the pain you just live in the fall out
'Cause all I've ever known is feeling alone
Right down to my bones
'Cause it ain't just my phone
On dark mode
On dark mode
I'm talking black boots, black jeans
Black tee, black ink
Deep down under my skin
Talking black holes, black hearts
Black souls, black marks
Left where ever I been
It's a special kinda hell, feeling small in a small town
You can't escape your mistakes
Or the pain you just live in the fall out
'Cause all I've ever known is feeling alone
Right down to my bones
'Cause it ain't just my phone
On dark mode
On dark mode
Every time I think of leaving
I get pulled back by these demons
I get pulled back by these demons
I get pulled back by these demons
It's a special kinda hell, feeling small in a small town
You can't escape your mistakes
Or the pain you just live in the fall out
'Cause all I've ever known is feeling alone
Right down to my bones
'Cause it ain't just my phone
On dark mode
On dark mode
Darkmode
On dark mode
