Testo Slow

Intentions adjourned, cough cough splutter, heads in a clutter. Are you feeling the burn? Red wine stained lips, cigarettes and sun beds.

Does it feel like you cant let go, does it feel like you’ve lost control, you’re losing touch with all you know, you’re killing yourself, its time to take it..

Slow, slow, at this pace you’ll choke, slow, slow, you’re killing yourself its time to take it slow.

Slow motion suicide, a roller coaster ride that won’t end well. I can see in your eyes, your lies will only fool yourself.
I keep on wanting more and more, but my addiction is my regret, it keeps me guessing, guessing how much more that i can take.