I ride with my demons
I'm swerving I'm screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care bout the reason
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them they're speaking
But I am not sleeping
Is this PTSD or a form of sedating
Man I'm just waiting contemplating
In the mirror all I see is satan
If I see a pig I turn him into bacon
Mentally I recreated
All the feelings that have faded
I infatuated the thought you
Now I'm lost like a rubrics cube
Yes I'm done with the through and throughs
Now I feed you the poison fruit
I ride with my demons
I'm swerving I'm screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care about the reason
Pinch me I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them they're speaking
But I am not sleeping
Benzo Indigo - Ride Lyrics
Benzo Indigo - Ride Lyrics
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I ride with my demons
I'm swerving I'm screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care bout the reason
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them they're speaking
But I am not sleeping
Is this PTSD or a form of sedating
Man I'm just waiting contemplating
In the mirror all I see is satan
If I see a pig I turn him into bacon
Mentally I recreated
All the feelings that have faded
I infatuated the thought you
Now I'm lost like a rubrics cube
Yes I'm done with the through and throughs
Now I feed you the poison fruit
I ride with my demons
I'm swerving I'm screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care about the reason
Pinch me I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them they're speaking
But I am not sleeping
I'm swerving I'm screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care bout the reason
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them they're speaking
But I am not sleeping
Is this PTSD or a form of sedating
Man I'm just waiting contemplating
In the mirror all I see is satan
If I see a pig I turn him into bacon
Mentally I recreated
All the feelings that have faded
I infatuated the thought you
Now I'm lost like a rubrics cube
Yes I'm done with the through and throughs
Now I feed you the poison fruit
I ride with my demons
I'm swerving I'm screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care about the reason
Pinch me I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them they're speaking
But I am not sleeping
Writer: Austin Warden
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