That Fucking Feeling

That fucking feeling
That fucking feeling
When the wind is hollow
And the skulls are open

Hard truths
Implore you to run away
Behind the day, yeah

That fucking feeling
That fucking feeling
When the treasure’s blinding
And the pleasure’s aching

I’ve got a little bit of pain that makes the truth so hard
I’ve got a little bit of pain that makes the truth so hard

Hard truths
Implore you to run away
Behind the day yeah

God really loves me
God wants to trust me
And I’m doing no one
But I’m getting sloppy

Hard truths
Implore you to run away
Behind the day, yeah