iO Over and Over

Текст песни "iO — Over and Over"

Your shot straight to soul
Made my mind to blow

I just wanna be alright
Could have won a battle I
Tried to make it better never better no one can deny,
On my track to heavens gate
I am fuckin little late
And the ceiling gets lower and lower and over and over

Wonder why it hurts so bad
Not to have what never had
Being peace and quiet sick and tired stucked in hollow head
When the dawn's becoming red
I am almost fucking late
And the ceiling gets lower and lower and over and over