Put in my head phones
Walking home
Long Road
All alone
People don't pickup my phone
Im just so out of my zone
Its such a long road ahead
Honestly I'd rather be dead
So many thoughts in my head
Talking to myself while in my bed
Asking myself
Why am I Still here
So many tears
IT WOULD APPEAR
These that I hear
Are inducing my fears
Making my life so obscure
I just want my heart rate to be linear
Please
I can't do this anymore
This is not a conjecture
Suicide is all that I picture
Put in my head phones
Walking home
Long Road
All alone
People don't pickup my phone
Im just so out of my zone
Its such a long road ahead
Honestly I'd rather be dead
So many thoughts in my head
Talking to myself while in my bed
Asking myself
Why am I Still here
So many tears
IT WOULD APPEAR
These that I hear
Are inducing my fears
Making my life so obscure
I just want my heart rate to be linear
Please
I can't do this anymore
This is not a conjecture
Suicide is all that I picture
Walk Home Video (MV)
8corpses - Walk Home Lyrics
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Put in my head phones
Walking home
Long Road
All alone
People don't pickup my phone
Im just so out of my zone
Its such a long road ahead
Honestly I'd rather be dead
So many thoughts in my head
Talking to myself while in my bed
Asking myself
Why am I Still here
So many tears
IT WOULD APPEAR
These that I hear
Are inducing my fears
Making my life so obscure
I just want my heart rate to be linear
Please
I can't do this anymore
This is not a conjecture
Suicide is all that I picture
Put in my head phones
Walking home
Long Road
All alone
People don't pickup my phone
Im just so out of my zone
Its such a long road ahead
Honestly I'd rather be dead
So many thoughts in my head
Talking to myself while in my bed
Asking myself
Why am I Still here
So many tears
IT WOULD APPEAR
These that I hear
Are inducing my fears
Making my life so obscure
I just want my heart rate to be linear
Please
I can't do this anymore
This is not a conjecture
Suicide is all that I picture
Walking home
Long Road
All alone
People don't pickup my phone
Im just so out of my zone
Its such a long road ahead
Honestly I'd rather be dead
So many thoughts in my head
Talking to myself while in my bed
Asking myself
Why am I Still here
So many tears
IT WOULD APPEAR
These that I hear
Are inducing my fears
Making my life so obscure
I just want my heart rate to be linear
Please
I can't do this anymore
This is not a conjecture
Suicide is all that I picture
Put in my head phones
Walking home
Long Road
All alone
People don't pickup my phone
Im just so out of my zone
Its such a long road ahead
Honestly I'd rather be dead
So many thoughts in my head
Talking to myself while in my bed
Asking myself
Why am I Still here
So many tears
IT WOULD APPEAR
These that I hear
Are inducing my fears
Making my life so obscure
I just want my heart rate to be linear
Please
I can't do this anymore
This is not a conjecture
Suicide is all that I picture
Writer: 8 Corpses
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