I Got Chills

(альбом: The Bronx - 2003)

All this time I've been unclean
Watching you cause you're watching me
Shotgun knives into my heart
Without a reason

All I want is to never die
Fuck the beats of a different heart
What I'll do if you never tell
Bleed me an answer

I got chills
Break it down and build again
Sit still

Line me up so I can burn
My heart knows you won't return
Make some sense of being alone
Cause I'm wasted

Blackout rescue from my faults
Take away my sober stare
Payphone prayer give me what I want
Give me an answer

Trying to stare through you
Can't get past your eyes
Locked from the inside

I got chills
Break it down and build again
Sit still

Let me inject

Trying to stare through you
Can't get past your eyes
Sweating through the nights
Again, again, again

One two three four

I got chills
Break it down and build again
Sit still

I'd rather have good pills
I got chills
I got chills
I got chills