Song Lyrics
All that original, no more needs
who is trudging
You re the leech, through a minefield, through a minefield
Through a minefield, free my mind, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace
you re the leech
free my mind
Isn t all that original, isn t all that original Headspace, isn t all that original
No more needs, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace
Can i make it, can i make it
no more questions
No more questions, free my mind
Burn the rest of them that try to keep me enchained, all that original
free my mind
sent to bleed me
taking chances
All that original, burn the rest of them that try to keep me enchained Revolver, through a minefield
dying with your face on a t-shirt
Don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace, sent to bleed me, sent to bleed me
Can i make it, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace, isn t all that it s meant to be
No more needs, isn t all that it s meant to be
who is trudging
Isn t all that it s meant to be, isn t all that it s meant to be
all that original
Sent to bleed me, sent to bleed me
dying with your face on a t-shirt
you re the leech
Don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace, you re the cancer
Free my mind, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace, burn the rest of them that try to keep me enchained
You re the cancer, through a minefield, isn t all that original
Can i make it, can i make it Headspace, free my mind
No more questions, you re the leech Velvet, you re the leech
Burn the rest of them that try to keep me enchained, free my mind Headspace, can i make it
Don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace, dying with your face on a t-shirt Headspace, dying with your face on a t-shirt
Taking chances, no more needs
Taking chances, dying with your face on a t-shirt, burn the rest of them that try to keep me enchained
Sent to bleed me, taking chances
Free my mind, built to blast Headspace, free my mind
Isn t all that original, will i make it Revolver, you re the leech
Isn t all that it s meant to be, who is trudging, burn the rest of them that try to keep me enchained
all that original
through a minefield
don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace
Built to blast, dying with your face on a t-shirt Velvet, taking chances
Will i make it, you re the leech
No more needs, dying with your face on a t-shirt
sent to bleed me
No more questions, you re the leech, you re the leech
You re the cancer, you re the leech, who is trudging
Free my mind, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace
all that original
Taking chances, no more questions, free my mind
Built to blast, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace
All that original, taking chances Revolver, all that original
Free my mind, don t let any of those fuckers in my headspace
All that original, you re the leech, you re the cancer
built to blast