Текст: Sleeping (The). What It Takes. Shallow Lungs.

Cold
out of touch
i just let my lungs fill up with the worst of the worst
bloodshot eyes wide shut
buried awake all night
paranoid from the weight of the world

bad vibes corrupt my head
half dead, half dead
bad vibes corrupt my head
half dead, half dead, half dead

smoke
comatose
poisonous to the lips from a kiss i just couldn't ignore
passed the green, passed the trees, passed the catatonic breeze
i don't want
i don't want
i don't want

bad vibes corrupt my head
half dead, half dead
bad vibes corrupt my head
half dead, half dead, half dead

save me
won't somebody save me

head trips wrapped around my neck
that's when i swear i lost my head again
i swear, i swear i lost my head again
i swear, i swear i lost my head again
cold
smoke
i swear, i swear i lost my head again
i swear, i swear i lost my head again
i swear, i swear i lost my head again
i swear, i swear i lost my head again

bad vibes corrupt my head
half dead, half dead
bad vibes corrupt my head
half dead, half dead, half dead

save me
won't somebody save me
head trips wrapped around my neck