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I'm so sick of sliding through every turn, just to feel alive.
Each slide nothing more than an attempt to fuck up for the last time.
Drop gear, hit the gas and pull the e-brake....
and...
for a few seconds you're no longer in control.
The car goes sideways and you wait for the moment
You live for that moment
Then, the tires catch and...
everything is back in your hands
I've become an adrenaline junkie. I go home, shaking yet HAPPY. When I get home, I climb out onto unsteady legs and realize how clumsy I am on my own two feet. I never go to sleep right after that, never. I feed off the high until I just pass out on the couch. Sleep isn't too comforting for me, why? Because in sleep, it is when they come for me and I can't fight back. They swarm all over and I can't breath.
Drowning in my sleep.
I'm drowning in my sleep.
Drowning in my sleep.
I'm drowning in my sleep.
Each slide nothing more than an attempt to fuck up for the last time.
Drop gear, hit the gas and pull the e-brake....
and...
for a few seconds you're no longer in control.
The car goes sideways and you wait for the moment
You live for that moment
Then, the tires catch and...
everything is back in your hands
I've become an adrenaline junkie. I go home, shaking yet HAPPY. When I get home, I climb out onto unsteady legs and realize how clumsy I am on my own two feet. I never go to sleep right after that, never. I feed off the high until I just pass out on the couch. Sleep isn't too comforting for me, why? Because in sleep, it is when they come for me and I can't fight back. They swarm all over and I can't breath.
Drowning in my sleep.
I'm drowning in my sleep.
Drowning in my sleep.
I'm drowning in my sleep.