Megachills

(альбом: Seney-Stovall - 2012)

I'm feeling beat, I'm feeling bad
Just looking for the thrill I had
Before, the temptress to my hand
I need your green I need your
To fight the things we constantly pursue
These things, they burn like fire, burns like fire
Like the spirits that get our heads alright
Like the females deep into the night
It's such a lovely sight it makes ya high, high

So when I wake the devils in my [?]
I know which turns will takes me to the door
Warm like a child, clean and pure
Hit the doors, the [?] stacked on [?]
Sight's a sin there's nothing left to distract
From the engine's hum, it's giving light
Won't take me high
Fill my chalice I fill it up to the top
So that I need two hands just to pick it up
That's a side I can't control it, high, high, high, high

Just some kinda
Just a little from one to another

I get the feelin I'l be cold
I know the megachills are cold

I want to swim down to the depths
A 64 oz pressed to my lips
My tongues alive, with fishin eyes
Nothing but clean water fills my eye
I drink till I'm wet just because I can
I can drown right now and die a happy man
I can drown right now and die a happy man, be a happy man

All hours of the day as well as night
Hit the doors bright lights will have you feeling right
Fill it to the brim, high, high, high, high