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Born Feet First

 

Born Feet First

(album: Valley Of Death - 2019)


God damn can I get a witness?
Try and talk to god but he don't listen
Pain marches to its own rhythm
So if you listen closer you can hear what I'm feelin

Oh god, I'm losing control
Fire in my eyes and my skin too tight
The pain is callin, I'm coming home
(The pain is callin, I'm coming)

STILL
Got this chip on my shoulder
STILL
Right on the edge and getting closer
STILL
Searching for some type of closure
Not there yet and I'm only getting older

STILL
Bitter and cold for no reason
STILL
Going to war with my demons
STILL
The son of my father
Born feet first, baptized in vodka
(Born feet first, baptized in vodka)

Paranoid and I don't wanna show it
Got the shakes and I can't control it
Hit the brakes, I don't know where I'm going
And man in the mirror? Man, I don't even know him

Oh god, I'm losing control
Haven't eaten in 10 days
You can feel my rib cage
Trust me, we are not the same
(Trust me, we are not the same)

STILL
Got this chip on my shoulder
STILL
Right on the edge and getting closer
STILL
Searching for some type of closure
Not there yet and I'm only getting older

STILL
Bitter and cold for no reason
STILL
Going to war with my demons
STILL
The son of my father
Born feet first, baptized in vodka

STILL
Bitter and cold for no reason
STILL
Going to war with my demons
STILL
The son of my father
Born feet first, baptized in vodka

Trust me, we are not the same

Trust me, we are not the same

Trust me, we are not the same

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