Тексты песен Attrition

I'm sick again Back of my throat Wrench my hopes With every blow My colour's fading Your black/white screen descending I'm slipping slowly Towards your cold ways I'm sad again deep down here My outsid

Pulling on my cigarette A breath away from paradise I'm sick to death of surrogates Book me in with you tonight I could pretend a little bit I'd sooner add a second to the flame I could pretend a litt