Born Feet First - Lionheart

God damn can I

Get a witness?

Try and talk to god but he don’t listen

Pain marches to its own rhythm

So if you listen closer you can hear what I’m feelin

Oh god I’m losing control

Fire in my eyes & my skin too tight

The pain is callin I’m coming home…

STILL

Got this chip on my shoulder

STILL

Right on the edge and getting closer

STILL

Searching for some type of closure

Not there yet and I’m only getting older

STILL

Bitter and cold for no reason

STILL

Going to war with my demons

STILL

The son of my father

Born feet first baptized in vodka

Paranoid and I don’t wanna show it

Got the shakes and I can’t control it

Hit the brakes I don’t know where I’m going

And man in the mirror?

Man, I don’t even know him

Oh god I’m losing control

Haven’t eaten in 10 days

You can feel my rib cage

Trust me we are not the same

Trust me we are not the same