Walter Freeman - Birds In Row

Doctor please, I need a new hope

The more I run, the more the track becomes

A living hell paved with regrets

I’ve been looking for some help

The smiles in the streets they scare

The hands on my back they fucking weight

The picks in my head they help

I believe

Shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake

The wine, the whiskey, they became discrete pills

The ice pick, a remedy

The ice pick, a remedy

I’ll never find a way to wake up

And here comes the mourning, and here comes the mourning

I give up, the steel is already in

Understand

You’re the last chance I take

You’re the last chance I fucking take

To die

And I don’t wanna die

And I don’t wanna die

Who cares about real questions

Giving you the doubt you need?

I’m tired of thinking of what I could get to drop out

I’m alone now, I’m the same ol' trap

Longing for a sandbox smile to come back

I feel left being, I feel left being

I feel left being, I feel left being

I feel left being, I feel left being

On and on the same glass

On and on the same glass

On and on the same glass

On and on the same glass, and the bottle is down

(On and on the same glass) And the bottle is down

(On and on the same glass) And the bottle is down

(On and on the same glass)