Текст (слова) песни: Superjoint Ritual - Death Threat

I flipped a switch, I know it wouldnt take long, you could
Time me like whore. If I had six, youd swear I had a
Thousand, you can mop me up in the morning
[chorus]
Cold, then fire, then cold, its relentless
The headache of old, is the last of the importance, Ill have
And their then another, its to late to stop the glut.
Ill go till my eyes roll shut, Im fucked.
[chorus]
Desperate buck, a spinning room, awake lost, across the street
Pathetic luck, split lips, a broken wrist, a death threat.
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