3.
3.
I dare you to speak now
Your blood has turned red
And your damned soul
To reason you took on
The anxiety needle
Your blood has turned red
And I can't help but think
That I'm going to die like this
For a tradition
You'll never feel again
I'm so good in this life
I'm so good at getting what I want
But I've been gone for a while
For a while, a while
For a while, a while
For a while, a while
For a while
You'll never feel again
I'm so good in this life
I'm so good at getting what I want
But I've been gone for a while
You'll never feel again
I'm so good in this life
I'm so good at getting what I want
But I've been gone for a while
For a while, a while
For a while, a while
For a while, a while
for a while
For a while