Paroles
Took a walk-in West LA.
Take a trip, MDMA.
Subatomic disarray
You’re my Coping mechanism.
My holy dose.
So, thank God for the things he told me
Two months, two years too late.
And my own amnesia,
It kills all the feeling.
It’s too much, too much to take.
It lacks real meaning.
Am devoid of dreaming.
It’s too much too, much to take.
Head out California in the morning.
Sell-out for a small fortune, irreligion.
So, make a decision.
Well, do you wanna talk about?
Beautiful times delete.
You’re the soul.
Am the train.
Feel you coursing through my veins.
Anaesthesia dulls the same.
My holy dose.
So, thank God for the things he told me.
Two months, two years too late.
And my own amnesia
It kills all the feeling.
It’s too much, too much to take.
It lacks real meaning.
Am devoid of dreaming.
It’s too much too, much to take.
Head out California in the morning.
Sell-out for a small fortune, irreligion
So make a decision.
Well, do you wanna talk about?
Beautiful times delete.
Head out California in the morning.
Sell-out for a small fortune, irreligion
So make a decision.
Well, do you wanna talk about?
Beautiful times delete.
My melancholy heaven.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
Hail Mary save our souls.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
Head out California in the morning.
Sell-out for a small fortune, irreligion
So make a decision.
Or do you wanna talk about it?
Head out California in the morning.
Sell-out for a small fortune, irreligion
So make a decision.
Well, do you wanna talk about it?
Written by: Alexandros Brits, Sam Meredith
