Prozack Staple - Collide-A-Scope текст песни

Magnitude becomes solitude
The sleep is picking at my brain
I find it hard to think
To think

I find it hard, I find it hard, I find it hard to think

Will this resolution, will this resolution
Bring restitution
I think not

Cant try to name you all
Too many thoughts at once
I cant escape myself
Why dont you go to hell

Well fight!
All right, fucker!

Who will help me survive?
Escape these thoughts from inside
Is there a cure to my life?
I think not

We'll fight!
All right, fucker!