[Hook: Novo Amor]
Hollow to the touch
Make mischief at your best
I'd follow at the cuff
Fake belief and rest

[Verse 1: BTK]
Take a, knife to my chest
So I can recite what I left
Despite the prices I kept
I need a, life I can stretch
I need somebody to help me
Keep myself in check
Cause if I keep going
I promise man
I'll end up dead
I'm losing it
I'd lose my head if it wasn't connected
I get reckless everyday
Drink and smoking's my breakfast
This is the deadliest message
I wake and sleep with depression
Too many things that's going wrong
Hope one day I can step into something that's
Much easier, much more clear and safe
I feel vulnerable, I need a lifestyle change
Fuckin' hype now days
I'm losing sight now days
Starting to get addicted to the shit
I used to hate, fuck
I'm opening up to you
So you can understand
If I keep feeding this demon
I'll end up losing my fans
From overdose
Or not being able to cope
Unless I'm almost black out drunk
Another passed out punk, yeah
[Hook: Novo Amor]
Hollow to the touch
Make mischief at your best
I'd follow at the cuff
Fake belief and rest