Sleep in, call out, we go to class but not to pass, wake up to make up lines that etch their words to every seam, you see the thing your missing is, I'm so strung out, I'm so god damn addicted, that I panic to get these words out
Swing the mic around, you'll feel me in the crowd. Oh my god lets make a point to tear this place down. You can't help, we can't help, we can't help, but get caught up in this madhouse.
I've stayed up half a year to compose every breathe and every line, I'm just killing time to tell a story of sleeping rare nights, moonlit street fights, locked in my bedroom with prescriptions to musicians that no doctor recommends. Ill die before I try to live a life that's the slightest bit different
American Diary - Heart Attack Pact Lyrics
American Diary - Heart Attack Pact Lyrics
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Sleep in, call out, we go to class but not to pass, wake up to make up lines that etch their words to every seam, you see the thing your missing is, I'm so strung out, I'm so god damn addicted, that I panic to get these words out
Swing the mic around, you'll feel me in the crowd. Oh my god lets make a point to tear this place down. You can't help, we can't help, we can't help, but get caught up in this madhouse.
I've stayed up half a year to compose every breathe and every line, I'm just killing time to tell a story of sleeping rare nights, moonlit street fights, locked in my bedroom with prescriptions to musicians that no doctor recommends. Ill die before I try to live a life that's the slightest bit different
Swing the mic around, you'll feel me in the crowd. Oh my god lets make a point to tear this place down. You can't help, we can't help, we can't help, but get caught up in this madhouse.
I've stayed up half a year to compose every breathe and every line, I'm just killing time to tell a story of sleeping rare nights, moonlit street fights, locked in my bedroom with prescriptions to musicians that no doctor recommends. Ill die before I try to live a life that's the slightest bit different