Deaththreat

I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn't take long

You could time me like a whore

If I had six, you'd swear I had a thousand

You can mop me up in the morning

Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless

The headache of old is the last of the importance I'll have

And there then another, it's too late to stop the glut

I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked

Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless

The headache of old is the last of the importance I'll have

And there then another, it's too late to stop the glut

I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked

Desperate buck, a spinning room

Awake lost, across the street

Pathetic luck, split lips

A broken wrist, a death threat