110 DEATHCURE Lyrics

Felt my heart sinking

I couldn't take from any other

Taste of what is youth

I said I want it warmer

And we can play around

If we escape this torture

I'm tired of laying down

When all you do is whisper

Those words shaping my frown

I'm getting used to you

Wouldn't leave you for another

I need a fix of the truth

But my heart screams from the struggle

I push the pain

Easy to abuse

I deny your taste

Race to re-use

I can leave with haste

If you want me to

Or deny the war

That you've put me through

I'm getting used to you

Wouldn't leave you for another

I need a fix of the truth

The pill becomes my lover

Broken down in a ditch

We're all so fucking full of shit

Cold without you around

Bring it back but it's nothing now

What's wrong

Bitter living without the pen

It's gone

Shift back into it again

Deprave

Deprave my need for living

Stow away my pain