Stone Cold - Lost Grip | Текст песни

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Just a head on a stick
Watching my fingers slip
Judging my every move
Ready to tie the noose
Cornered in your own home
Demons breathing down my neck
Got no where to fucking go
Watching the time go tick
Never looking back at everything i should've had

Following all these fads
You've become a life gone bad
Just a head on a stick
Watching my fingers slip
Judging my every move
Ready to tie the noose
My veins have outgrown my skin
The stress is too thick from all my sin
Now I look back on all my faults
For once in your life you're not in control

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