Runaway
Josh Morton
These poison thoughts inside my head
I want them gone I want them dead
I feel them now and I see red
Please kill them all, put them to bed
Trying to keep myself alive
It doesn't matter what my mind says
I won't run away
Faster, escaping from my disaster
A dirty game is what my mind plays
I won't run away
I won't run away
Spit them out from inside of my throat
I sink myself but I don't float in a hoax
Scratching my back
Getting a heart attack
Please kill them all and please put them to bed
Goela a baixo pra tirar la da garganta
Tudo aquilo que não me convém
O corpo pede e a mente então difere
O resto é resto o que sobrar não tem remédio
