Pop an amphetamine and follow the traces
I'm awake for days
in this drowning world always
Boiling beneath the surfaces
Of hard cruel faces.
They tell me I'm an asshole
For calling shit - shitty
But your world, lets be honest, ain't pretty.
I can feel it in my arms
I can feel it in my legs
Energy of the stars flowing through my veins.
I'm coming down like a meteor
Prepping for the Minotaur migraine
With Greek fire
All I want
Is to taste your lips
And pound out the rhythm which rules my head
Pound it out against your hips instead.
Guitar groans give me grungy sorrows
Thinking about all my painful tomorrows.
The painful bore
Of living a white collar daytime snore.
Awake for days in this brooding world always
Boiling beneath the surface of that love I'll never win.