Smoke, passing through your lungs
Breathe like it's your last run
Lies, creep before my eyes
Die, never sounded so fine
Inhale
Nicotine
Exhale
Demons
Fire, burning down your life
While you're running out of time
You're running out time
Fine, you're shaking on the line
Why not light one up with wine
Inhale nicotine
Exhale Demons
The last cigarette
Taste like freedom
Tar inside the sink
Black blood, my morning drink
Rotten inside my chest
Light one, hope for the best
And f*ck the rest
Inhale
Nicotine
Exhale
Demons
The last cigarette
Taste like freedom
Inhale
Nicotine
Exhale
Demons
The last cigarette
Taste like freedom
Wake up, and then she hits
You don't want one, but it's on your lips
Heartburn seems f*cking hell
Blasphemies, are all i can spell
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom