that's wrapped around my spine. Dirt roads and trees collide. Arms, legs and face were left behind.
Hurry up, its almost time to leave, Last call for the alcohol I need. Down the drink and then I'm on my feet, Only one more chance for me to think. And then I hit those busy streets.
Speeding up, spinning out,
Hurry up, its almost time to leave, Last call for the alcohol I need. Down the drink and then I'm on my feet, Only one more chance for me to think. And then I hit those busy streets. Black cars, black lights in front of me. Time ticks away and say to me, "This will be the last fill that you please."
But they're dangling somewhere, Help me out, hanging out, Only these thorns are clinging to me. Give me life, give me breath,
Speeding up, spinning out,