End Times

(альбом: Dark Days + Canapés - 2017)

Throw it away, cover your eyes, it's ok
Maybe in time we may just eat ourselves
Under the rug, lost in the chair, lattes
I made you devolve, you keep my blues away

'Cause I get this feeling, more of a chill
It won't go away, swallowing these pills
Is it my end times?
Is it end times?
I get this feeling, more of a chill
It won't go away, swallowing these pills
Is it my end times?
Is it end times?

Flashing lights, speeding cars, easy
One mate ripped 'er heart a bit too much
I've got no time, boat towed the line, castoffs
One man's touch could be my route to bliss

'Cause I get this feeling, more of a chill
It won't go away, swallowing these pills
Is it my end times?
Is it end times?
I get this feeling, more of a chill
It won't go away, swallowing these pills
Is it my end time?
Is it end times?
Is it end times?
Yeah, is it end times?
Yeah, is it end times?
Yeah, is it end times?
Is it end times?