Texty

Is there something wrong, inside my head? My blood runs cold Is there poison in the water? Do I obey the narrative or do the narrative obey me I'm like a moth I'm catching flames Will I ever see? My mind is a wasteland and I can't get out I'm running out of time My wasteland built by anxiety This might be the end of me Bow down for the new generation Z Oh, the wasteland we're in Consuming our minds Devouring my heart My mind is a wasteland and I can't get out I'm running out of time My wasteland built by anxiety This might be the end of me Cancel me I shouldn't be allowed to talk The wolves are at my door They're hiding in the dark Oh, drag me down I feel the cold The world around, it is burning out and We're alone No more faith We all shall burn You know what is real The blow is What I feel Destroyed inside my legacy Is there something wrong, inside my head? My blood runs cold, is there poison in the water? We cannot hide, from ourselves In the depths of my mind there's an alarming sign My mind is a wasteland and I can't get out I'm running out of time My wasteland built by anxiety This might be the end of me My mind is a wasteland and I can't get out Im running out of time My wasteland built by anxiety This might be the end of me
Writer(s): Pontus Oscar Hjelm, Simen Meland Handeland, Mikael Antonio Sehlin, Ole Martin Bjerke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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