Drink up till I'm sick on myself Back off the brain, I push it there, I push it there Clean up real nice, broken inside Back off the brain, I push it there, I push it there
I guess I'll hold on, until tomorrow I'll hold on
Like a little soul to feel the pressure made of money Spinny -inny -inny crush it up 'till you love me, yeah I don't wanna listen let me talk I'm on a misson I don't wanna listen let me talk I'm on a misson (We're going up) I think I'm flying, woah I think I'm flying, woah I'll lay down from this place 'Till I'm spilling my confessions to the Neon Crucifix
One eye open, here comes the fear It's the last time, I swear, I swear
I guess I'll hold on, until tomorrow I'll hold on (Hold on)
Like a little soul to feel the pressure made of money Spinny -inny -inny crush it up 'till you love me I think I'm flying, woah I think I'm flying, woah I'll lay down from this place Till I'm spilling my confessions to the Neon Crucifix
It's a long way, long way down It's a long way, long way down It's a long way, long way down (It's a long way) It's a long way, long way down
34 06 48 North 1 18 10 0 02 West (It's a long way)
Compositores: Lee Antony Newell (Lee Newell), Paige Duddy (Xylo) ECAD: Obra #25032540