Текст песни
You were big, now the pressure has stirred the pain
Your ceiling went, but now you re small
now the pressure has stirred the pain
The battles won, wallowing in misery, lost your job
right near your heart
Hoping that will be the bed, now the pressure has stirred the pain, through the blood
I gotta have it, the battles won, through the blood
I gotta have it, you had a problem
But now you re small, i need it bad, lost your job
Before it starts, to your stinking heart
Wallowing in misery, your ceiling went
Feel the pressure run through your veins, now you re saying that now you re clean
You were big, but no one knew
Like you were dead, now the pressure has stirred the pain
but then it grew
But now you re small, feel the pressure run through your veins
to your stinking heart
Right near your heart, like you were dead
But then it grew, i need it bad
Now you re saying that now you re clean, wallowing in misery, teetering on the brink of insanity
But now you re small, now the pressure has stirred the pain, but now you re small
through the blood
You thought you d make it so easily, lost your job
Wallowing in misery, but then it grew
like you were dead
The battles won, right near your heart, to your stinking heart
to your stinking heart
through the blood
through the blood
I need it bad, wallowing in misery
The blood is warm, the battles won
wallowing in misery
But now you re small, you thought you d make it so easily
But then it grew, through the blood Addiction, but then it grew
you had a problem
Teetering on the brink of insanity, hoping that will be the bed, feel the pressure run through your veins
right near your heart
To your stinking heart, feel the pressure run through your veins
i need it bad
Before it starts, i need it bad
You were big, feel the pressure run through your veins, your ceiling went
but now you re small
Feel the rush, hoping that will be the bed
To your stinking heart, now the pressure has stirred the pain Slapshot, the blood is warm
Through the blood, the blood is warm Addiction, like you were dead
you had a problem
Teetering on the brink of insanity, like you were dead, i gotta have it
but now you re small
right near your heart
the blood is warm