KILLSWITCH

I don't hate listening to music, I just

I know how to fix this

It's nothing new, I've been here before

I just need a little distance

Some long lines and a taste of floor

It's really none of your business

How I do my dirty, I'll blow off steam

You know we all got needs and false beliefs

See, I can't wait for a saving grace

I fabricate my own euphoria

Well, see, I can't wait for someone to give me grace

I just made my own up, and it's all the same love

You can run from your problems, but you can't run from yourself

Even idling hands are always destined for hell

Oh, the remedies work less than barely

I'm the god that always fails me

Run from your problems, but you can't run from yourself

Idling hands are always destined for hell

The remedies work less than barely

I'm the god that always fails me

I don't know how to fix this

Oscillating through pleasure and pain

Oh, so pseudo-masochistic

Isolated in a million ways

Whether I crush it down and snort it up, or roll it up and burn it down

Or pour it up and drown it out, the feeling always finds a way

Can't keep the thoughts at bay

Whether I binge all night and sleep all day, or fuck all night with someone stranger

Even when I'm best behaved, the feeling never goes away

It never goes away

Never once I thought I could be

Anything more than I should be

Is there a better version of me?

Or is this the best it gets?

Because never once I thought I could be

Anything more than I should be

Is there a better version of me?

Or is this the best it gets?

Because never once I thought I could be

Anything more than I should be

Is there a better version of me?

Or is this the best it gets?

You can run from your problems, you can't run from yourself

Idling hands are always destined for hell

The remedies work less than barely

I'm the god that always fails me

Run from your problems, you can't run from yourself

Idling hands are always destined for hell

The remedies work less than barely

But I'm the god that always fails me