Low Life Testo

Testo Low Life

I´M USED TO WAKE UP SOAKED IN SWEATIN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
WITH NONE IN THERE TO LOOK AFTER ME
I DIDN´T EVEN MIND
I PULLED THE SHEETS TWISTED IN PAIN
HOPELESS, CRYING ALONE
AND PICKED MY JEANS UP, SUITED TO HIDE
MY ROTTEN SKIN AND BONES
DRAG IN THE MUD , NOW I DRAG IN THE MUD
SPOTTING THE DEALER FOR THE USUAL SCAM
I PAWN MY VALUES, I BORROW FROM BUDDIES
TO ALL WHO CARE, GIVE WORRIES
BUT I CAN´T CARE, DAMN ALL THAT
INTO THIS MESS, I´M TRAPPED
I GRAB MY FIX AND GET MY GEAR
I RUN IN FOR A SPOT
AND DESPERATELY, TO EASE THE PAIN
I END MY LIFE IN VAIN
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