Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Basterds
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Bergeron
Composer
Jimmy Lemire-Collins
Songwriter
Letra
I'm losing grip on my sanity
My subconscious is tormenting me
For reasons I can't even seem
To understand
I wear it everyday
Like a boulder on my shoulders
I can feel its weight, it's crushing pressure
Get me out of this broken shell
Get me out of this mental cell
Everyday is repeating itself
I have created a place to call Hell
A place I can't even rest my head
I wish I could be someone else instead
Inflicting nothing but misery
It's taken everything, everything from me
There's no escape
There's nowhere to run
First thing in the morning
I hear it calling my name
I can feel myself collapsing
The pressure is overwhelming
Knock, knock, who's there motherfucker?
Me again, 5 a.m. motherfucker
Fuck, why can't you stay out of my head?
No, I'm never leaving you, my old friend
Let's kiss the Devil's hand
A place I can't even rest my head
I wish I could be someone else instead
Inflicting nothing but misery
It's taken everything, everything from me
Written by: Jimmy Lemire-Collins, Kevin Bergeron