Текст песни SCREAMING OUT TO A GOD - Crim

SCREAMING OUT TO A GOD

Falling victim to the panic
Crank that 40 automatic
To my dome (To my dome)
I know I’m overly dramatic
Always falling into habits
On my own (On my own)
It’s like I’m in Jerusalem with a cross attached to my back
And a noose that’s dragging my neck
Maybe this is out of my hands
Never been religious much
But I’m screaming out to a God
And I’m hearing nothing at all
Maybe all of this is my fault
Brand new fans
Numbers are insane
Each and every day
Getting harder to complain
Knot inside my stomach when I’m walking on the stage
Seems that all I ever do is get in my own way but
I can’t keep blaming this sh! t on tough luck
Life hit me harder than a nunchuck
This little kids now a drunk fvck
All I’ll ever be is a fvck up
It’s like I’m in Jerusalem with a cross attached to my back
And a noose that’s dragging my neck
Maybe this is out of my hands
Never been religious much
But I’m screaming out to a God
And I’m hearing nothing at all
Maybe all of this is my fault
Wherever I go I’m surrounded by fog
I’m hoping it’s that as I block out the fact I see nothing at all
Or maybe the matter of fact is I’m actually blind
So maybe you’ll lend me your retinas and I could see colour just as you
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It’s like I’m in Jerusalem with a cross attached to my back
And a noose that’s dragging my neck
Maybe this is out of my hands
Never been religious much
But I’m screaming out to a God
And I’m hearing nothing at all
Maybe all of this is my fault