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i'm dead
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i'm dead è stato pubblicato il 31 maggio 2026 da UNIT4 come parte dell'album when does this get fun? - Single
Data di uscita31 maggio 2026
EtichettaUNIT4
LinguaEnglish
BPM149
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High stress, stab vest
Knives in the back of my mind, I'm dead
Clock keeps ticking down the time, I'm dead
Don't go and leave me to my own device
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I ain't even work through my problems yet
Yeah I'm past the point of wanting sex
And I don't want a fling but it's the best I'll get
I'm past the point of self respect
And that trigger won't go pull itself
Bullet casing bouncing off the floor like a pin drop
Keep your eyes peeled let the skin rot
I'm hanging from a thread this thread won't break my neck, fucking hell
I'm dodging messages like bullet hell
I'm too old to be relevant now and it's not unjust
I'll be a ghost 'til I die then I'll be dust
I pray the gang go up without me, I wish you well
I wish you well
High stress, stab vest
Knives in the back of my mind, I'm dead
Clock keeps ticking down the time, I'm dead
Don't go and leave me to my own device
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
High stress, stab vest
Knives in the back of my mind, I'm dead
Clock keeps ticking down the time, I'm dead
Don't go and leave me to my own device
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
And I still remember everything I said
Very precious metals in my hands, palms to my head
Ears ring in your absence, I let the speaker talk
I'm excommunicated from your temple like a shotgun
I been asking when's this get fun?
25's looking like a suicide or a test run
Fashion's an illusion to the lost, never got it
I just seen these new pills, should I cop them?
High stress, stab vest
Knives in the back of my mind, I'm dead
Clock keeps ticking down the time, I'm dead
Don't go and leave me to my own device
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
High stress, stab vest
Knives in the back of my mind, I'm dead
Clock keeps ticking down the time, I'm dead
Don't go and leave me to my own device
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
Written by: Daniel Joseph Reed

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