3rd Strike - Strung Out

Текст песни

listen to me jesus this disease decieves us takes us for a flight than shoots
us down we need some protection from this soul infection help us save our selfs
before we drown
fight on fight on fight on fight on fight on fight on fight on fight onfight (2x)
a little hit can take away my fears and make me feel a real man selling all i have to make me whole i can feel the fire fueling my desire medicate me now ive
lost control
strung out again i dont know when im gonna quit this game
quit this game im a slave headin for the grave lost my name another number not
aname
memories of my brothers resting six feet under guess they met their fate too
young to die tears of grief and sadness turning into madness falling from thier
faces mothers cry
strung out again i dont know when im gonna quit this game
quit this game im a slave headin for the grave lost my name and number and now
i got it back
sick and tired of being sick and fuckin tired
heard the last shot fired walked the high wire
no desire left now that i accept
i aint nothin but a dope fiend
hangin by a rope seen a little bit of hope gotta cope
this aint no fuckin joke
cuz my next binge with the syringe might do me in
take me out down for the count
livin in a gang aint what im about motherfucker
i see you wasting away you look at me and see the same
why must we be normal and sane why must we live this life of pain
strung out again i dont know when im gonna quit this game
quit this game im a slave headin for the grave lost my name and number and now
i got it back