Lava - Emil Bulls

Here I lie on a bed of ice

Under a sheet of broken glass

Watching out for demons that may rise

Echoes from inside

Vacuum in my head

I get on my knees to pray for a virgin day

Let the sweetest things collide

My girl her kiss and I will be ready to start life

Please open the skies

There’s nothing more helpless irresponsible and depraved

Than me in the depths of an alcohol binge

I never learned to say no

So I pass out once more

These self inflicted wounds will heal so I increase the dose again

Oh right here I feel safe sober and clean

Open the skies …