Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henri Schamann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GRAYSKIES
Producer
Lyrics
Fuck
Black eyeliner and a blood red dress
Floating through the room
But her heart is a mess
White hair cigarettes
Scars across my chest
Racquet in my hand but I barely missed the smash
Ooh
Insanity in your eyes
Ooh
I hate when I see you smile
Ooh
Think I'm losing my mind
False promises and stupid restrictions
Oh I just need your love
It's a fucking addiction
I met a girl in hell
And now she's holding on my hand
And she won't let go
Watching as the darkness grows
Burn your voice into my soul
Oh you just won't let me go
All the words you said before
Soul is black just like a crow
Burn your voice into my soul
Oh you just won't let me go
All the things that i would throw
Oh I thought you'd let me glow
Fuck
Running to the store
'Cause she needs some nicotine
'Cause only if she numbs the pain
She is able to dream
It's so wasted
She's getting faded
Demon got her soul
And she's happy that she traded
False promises and stupid restrictions
Oh I just need your love
It's a fucking addiction
I met a girl in hell
And now she's holding on my hand
And she won't let go
Watching as the darkness grows
Ooooh I-
I cannot feel myself
Ooooh I-
I cannot feel myself
Writer(s): Henri Schamann
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