Felt my heart sinking
I couldn't take from any other
Taste of what is youth
I said I want it warmer
And we can play around
If we escape this torture
I'm tired of laying down
When all you do is whisper
Those words shaping my frown
I'm getting used to you
Wouldn't leave you for another
I need a fix of the truth
But my heart screams from the struggle
I push the pain
Easy to abuse
I deny your taste
Race to re-use
I can leave with haste
If you want me to
Or deny the war
That you've put me through
I'm getting used to you
Wouldn't leave you for another
I need a fix of the truth
The pill becomes my lover
Broken down in a ditch
We're all so f*cking full of shit
Cold without you around
Bring it back but it's nothing now
What's wrong
Bitter living without the pen
It's gone
Shift back into it again
Deprave
Deprave my need for living
Stow away my pain
Downer - 110 DEATHCURE Lyrics
Downer - 110 DEATHCURE Lyrics
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Felt my heart sinking
I couldn't take from any other
Taste of what is youth
I said I want it warmer
And we can play around
If we escape this torture
I'm tired of laying down
When all you do is whisper
Those words shaping my frown
I'm getting used to you
Wouldn't leave you for another
I need a fix of the truth
But my heart screams from the struggle
I push the pain
Easy to abuse
I deny your taste
Race to re-use
I can leave with haste
If you want me to
Or deny the war
That you've put me through
I'm getting used to you
Wouldn't leave you for another
I need a fix of the truth
The pill becomes my lover
Broken down in a ditch
We're all so f*cking full of shit
Cold without you around
Bring it back but it's nothing now
What's wrong
Bitter living without the pen
It's gone
Shift back into it again
Deprave
Deprave my need for living
Stow away my pain
I couldn't take from any other
Taste of what is youth
I said I want it warmer
And we can play around
If we escape this torture
I'm tired of laying down
When all you do is whisper
Those words shaping my frown
I'm getting used to you
Wouldn't leave you for another
I need a fix of the truth
But my heart screams from the struggle
I push the pain
Easy to abuse
I deny your taste
Race to re-use
I can leave with haste
If you want me to
Or deny the war
That you've put me through
I'm getting used to you
Wouldn't leave you for another
I need a fix of the truth
The pill becomes my lover
Broken down in a ditch
We're all so f*cking full of shit
Cold without you around
Bring it back but it's nothing now
What's wrong
Bitter living without the pen
It's gone
Shift back into it again
Deprave
Deprave my need for living
Stow away my pain
Writer: Anton Kuznesov
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