Don't know where I am
Don't know where I go
Like I'm being catatonic
I want to throw
My very knees are bent
And my sight is blurred
I need air. My lungs are burning
I'm drowning in the flood
Cannot feel my face
Memories erased
Somehow all this feel ironic
I'm so disgraced
Messing up my life
With my little lies
And my mood is always morbid
I'll never rise
I need a bump and I don't need a preacher
Counting down to the show
You think like that you can come in and teach me
Wait a bit, I think I'm passing out
Yeah, I think, I'm passing out
Look at me now
I need a bump and I don't need a preacher
We all are born to die
Counting down to the show
Don't you deny
You think like that you can come in and teach me
It's all your fault, not mine
Wait a bit, cause now I'm starting to think that
I need a gun
I need a gun
I need a gun
I need a gun
I can't help myself recalling
The very moment I've been gone astray
I think this time I'm not gonna make it
And I can hear as my time clicks away
Chop
Chop, chop
Go!
Chop
Go!