Growing Teeth Lyrics

I've got things only drugs can hide

Good old bad days

I've dug myself a hole in the shape of a K

I'm not talking about tomorrow today

Sorry the drugs took me away

If what it's worth, is worth it all

Worth at all, from big to small

Torn clothes with hot rocked holes

Broken bones and best friend death tolls

Laughter, love ones embrace

Bloodied nose and sunken face

Stomach cramps sing their songs

Juggling both hands with right and wrongs

Now we can sit, lay, stare and sick

Nothing but our own minds, all is all left behind

When should we dare, to start to care

Landing on the plane lands, back where the escape began

Began, I'm just, a damn

Goddamn, Goddamn, a fucked, young man

The scams, a sham

Goddamn, your plan

And

The emotion breaks under light of the moon

I begin to wonder if we drank too soon

Ket curdles with red wine and Blue Lagoon

Doing bumps the size of tablespoons

Soon the shush of paralyzed lips

Flavoured in bitter from where the back drips

Level the surface from where the face sits

Smiled in comas from where the smack hits

Running through my own dreams, it's not what it seems

All I hear are screams of thundering bloodstreams

Circles in my head, hopes taste like death

It's all we have left, our souls have dyed red

Honey of the perception, living to expectation

Eyes under detection, crumble under tension

If what it costs, is worth it's lost

Worth the exhaust, it's another line to cross

Summon up my courage

I'm coming home

My face says it all

My eyes see in monochrome

My eyes see what they're told

Breaking down by dawn, thinking you're the one

Worser than some, like this has never been done

Your heart skips a bit, but it's worth it

Newer fears exist, showing up in clenched fists

My fists, are pissed, they missed,

But kissed, now resist, police twist, cuffed wrists

We're running! We're running! We're running! We're running!

We're running! We're running! We're running! We're running!

Noon reaches hope, as ending hits the scope

At the end of the rope, there's always hope

Sooner hit the keypad, desperation becomes mad

As the mood tastes like sad, it's just another day needed

It's needed, to feed it, exceeded

Can't beat it, It's sacred, I feel naked, without it

We're running! We're running! We're running! We're running!

We're running!

We're running!