Sick Crowd

(albüm: Sock-Footed - 2018)

I'm unstable, I'm a mess
Are words that came to mind
I'm unable to regret
The words that came to life

It's a game where we pretend
I never crossed the line
He's a neighbor, she's a friend
A perfect compromise

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
Sick crowd

She's a victim, she's a threat
A tightrope conga line
When you know that there's a net
You might just fall to fly

I'm addicted, I'm obsessed
With making you complete
Nothing can hold me back
Except a lack of sleep

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
Sick crowd

I've been
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways

This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
Sick crowd