Hypoxia
No excuse you use
Is the choice you choose
Silver melting in high temperatures
And I've got nothing left to lose
Exhaust, Lost
Fighting the feeling of bringing the building down
False, Pause
Fighting the feeling of burning the building down
Just so stuck like glue
I won't do interviews
Hypoxia, a mask provides the life
And I've got nothing left to lose
Autor(es): The Psychedelephants
