Bass Drum of Death
Heart Attack Kid
I still pass out into the breeze, I'm so high that I cannot sleep. Call it crashin, I have no shame where I can feel no pain. All the words that beside my feet. I hit the ghost and take the lean. And then I saw them to the right. Yeah wrappin what they think all right
I've been waiting for so long, just to get you on the phone. I hope you're here before it's too late, it's too late, oh
I hit the floor and canister, the talk is cheap and it will not win. I know the curse inside my head. No one will find me until I'm dead. Don't wanna wake up until the sun. Because I will, I have not. Not retarded at being on time. How will learn the steel of gats
I've been waiting for so long, just to get you on the phone. I hope you're here before it's too late, it's too late, oh. (x3)