Текст и слова песни Drivin Rain – Nail In My Coffin
Pain, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen from my head
I wrote myself a letter, to tell myself a lie.
That I am geting better, to stop my twitching eye.
And now I see the smoke clear, as I'm looking for my exit.
I throw my pills across the floor, cause they aint doing shit
(CHS)
Nail in my coffin and a hammer in my hand.
Loss of control more than I can stand.
You say nothings wrong, but you know I can't lie.
So put the nail in my coffin and the coins on my eyes.
Blood, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen from my head.
I punched myself this morning, to see if I was awake.
But when I rose to face the day, it was all that I could take.
They're draining away my life, it seems it's slippin' through the cracks.
The world provides no tourniquet, don't tell me to relax.
(CHS)-(solo)
Tears, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen from my head.
I read the papers headlines, another tragedy.
I think it's someone else but it still brought me to my knees.
I scream at my own reflection, cause there's no one in the room.
The face that's in the mirror is full of solemn, fear, and gloom.
(CHS)
I wrote myself a letter, to tell myself a lie.
That I am geting better, to stop my twitching eye.
And now I see the smoke clear, as I'm looking for my exit.
I throw my pills across the floor, cause they aint doing shit
(CHS)
Nail in my coffin and a hammer in my hand.
Loss of control more than I can stand.
You say nothings wrong, but you know I can't lie.
So put the nail in my coffin and the coins on my eyes.
Blood, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen from my head.
I punched myself this morning, to see if I was awake.
But when I rose to face the day, it was all that I could take.
They're draining away my life, it seems it's slippin' through the cracks.
The world provides no tourniquet, don't tell me to relax.
(CHS)-(solo)
Tears, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen from my head.
I read the papers headlines, another tragedy.
I think it's someone else but it still brought me to my knees.
I scream at my own reflection, cause there's no one in the room.
The face that's in the mirror is full of solemn, fear, and gloom.
(CHS)
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