Wounds bleeding on my skin
When I pretend that I'm fine
F*ck This Life
These pain pills are like candy
I don't wanna be a black sambo like willy wonka
Visions fades and I can't move
Hands cold with cheap scissors left behind
So f*cked up that you find it funny
Pretend that we are about this shit
I cant fathom why you glee at these relapses
When the real addict cries with this
Incomplete Sentences
When I tell you that its ok
I've been f*cked for a f*cking while
I don't wanna lie and die
My distress is your entertainment
This illness is your cherry trend
Volonte Noir - Relapses Lyrics
Volonte Noir - Relapses Lyrics
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Wounds bleeding on my skin
When I pretend that I'm fine
F*ck This Life
These pain pills are like candy
I don't wanna be a black sambo like willy wonka
Visions fades and I can't move
Hands cold with cheap scissors left behind
So f*cked up that you find it funny
Pretend that we are about this shit
I cant fathom why you glee at these relapses
When the real addict cries with this
Incomplete Sentences
When I tell you that its ok
I've been f*cked for a f*cking while
I don't wanna lie and die
My distress is your entertainment
This illness is your cherry trend
When I pretend that I'm fine
F*ck This Life
These pain pills are like candy
I don't wanna be a black sambo like willy wonka
Visions fades and I can't move
Hands cold with cheap scissors left behind
So f*cked up that you find it funny
Pretend that we are about this shit
I cant fathom why you glee at these relapses
When the real addict cries with this
Incomplete Sentences
When I tell you that its ok
I've been f*cked for a f*cking while
I don't wanna lie and die
My distress is your entertainment
This illness is your cherry trend
Writer: Volonte Noir
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