Songteksten

The hum is at a whole new level Hearing voices of the angels and devils My skin's aging before my brain Looking different, but, I'm thinking the same I'm running, running out of time I'm running, running out of time Full tilt, reckless abandon I'm a bit broken, but, I'm still standing My dial's up past eleven What might be your Hell, you know is my Heaven I'm running, running out of time I'm running, running out of time Danced on the edge of a wrong turn To the point of no return Hid my claws for long enough Now I'm scratching and ripping my way to the good stuff I'm running, running out of time I'm running, running out of time Running, I'm running, running, running out of time I'm running, running, running out of time
Writer(s): Frank Fields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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