A feast is never free
Take a swandive into blissfull misery
This is not the place nor time
For a fucked up idea in a fucked up mind
I lost traction
You lost traction tonight, anyway...
Fluids all hanging loose
We just gotta suck up the juice
Know no logic or reason
Full chemistry ahead
That's why we lost focus
That's why I love to lose my head
And now it's never off my mind
I can't know how to stop rewind
I'd like to know what it's really like
To feel completely satisfied
And yeah I know
It's the same old same old
Alcohol distortion
Liquid overload
And yeah I know
It's the same old same old
Cellphone distortion
Inbox overload
Whatever you do
Whatever you do
Whatever you do
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