Collect those trophies
What they had on me
Why not cut the act on me
Running out of real homies
(Yeah)
You put the axe through me
My farewells
Guardian angels
Left dead bodies
Used to the feelings now
Let the sky falling
Blood stains on me arms and now the
(Mines you set up)
The mines I blow up
I can't mess up
That's decayed anyway
Always a high roller
Never catch you sober
Running out of shoulders to lay on
Divine and
My worlds colliding
I'm hugging towards all the cold
Kept coming onto me
The carbon copy
Walking hungry like zombies
Bomb my life, kamikaze
Never got her tsunami
Never got her
The mines I blow up
I can't mess up
That's decayed anyway
Always a high roller
Never catch you sober
Running out of shoulders to lay