Messes - Wampire - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

i bit the bullet, it cracked my teeth

i spit up blood i got a taste for it when i was young i'm carrying comfort in a styrofoam cup 'til the morning comes, i'll think of you goddamn i can act on my instincts too through varying degrees of diversional techniques i can turn a cheek to everything i've ever abandoned. i wanna feel the energy beneath my feet, i don't wanna be asleep.

but maybe it wasn't meant for us?

i wanna be the belle of the barrio

the

light

in a

dark

place

but for now i'll lose myself

set

some

fires

for

wholeness...