Chloe Defector - This Will Be the Death of Me Lyrics

A pipe between my lips is the barrel of a gun
Every crystal is a bullet I pull the trigger as I light the torch
Filling myself with lead to try and fill the holes in my head
Only to burn more of my life away
Playing Russian roulette with fate

Nothing was ever enough to satisfy me
I wanted more, I wanted more, I wanted more
I don't know what I want but it isn't this
I don't know what I want but it isn't this

In a moment I let go, in the next I'm going back
I can't stop seeking out that icy heart attack

This will be the death of me but at least I don't want to die
At least as long as I can still get high
But was it ever worth it when every single time
It made me f*cking miserable

Nothing was ever enough to satisfy me
I wanted more, I wanted more, I wanted more
I don't know what I want but it isn't this
I don't know what I want but it isn't this