Lit up the cigarette on my finger
The red light scratched on the night
It's not my taste but doesn't matter
The breath is scratching on my mind
I don't give a shxt whatever I'm doing
I know I'll never gonna kill myself
I'm such a turkey
but didn't get any thanks or giving
So I know I'll never gonna served at table
I just need more bombs for me
I just need more numbs for me
I'm bursting out and burning down
But couldn't be dying out yeah
So I just need more bombs for me
Sometimes I pull the trigger at my head
With just one bullet
All the time I wish my end could be
In Russian roulette
Mimic, yeah It's a mimic,
Such a zombie or dead body or anything
I don't wanna live like me anymore
I just need more bombs for me
I just need more numbs for me
I'm bursting out and burning down
But couldn't be dying out yeah
So I just need more bombs for me
Sky turned red, my eyes turned white
I can't see my body anymore
Sight turned on, my faces turned blue
I can't feel my body anymore
Sky turned red, my eyes turned white
I can't see my body anymore
Sight turned on, my faces turned blue
I can't feel my body anymore
Sky turned red, my eyes turned white
I can't see my body anymore
Sight turned on, my faces turned blue
I can't feel my body anymore