PATCHWERK - Sub Urban, Two Feet

Oh If I never get to show

Tell you all of the things I own

Fifteen hundred on alcohol

I’m feeling slow

Please let me go

Oh I’m sewing the patches right onto my skin

I’m counting the dollars to buy me out

Oh I’m losing myself to the competition

At what point did I start to think that I’d

Cause I’ve got no soul

Live in a hole I dug

And i’ll fall apart

If I don’t get it

Oh I’m sewing the patches right onto my skin

I’m counting the dollars to buy me out

Oh I’m losing myself to the competition

At what point did I start to think that I’d

Abusing all the functions in my head

I'll just buy my chemicals instead

You're so loud, why are you so loud?

You're so loud, why are you so loud?

Oh I’m sewing the patches right onto my skin

I’m counting the dollars to buy me out

Oh I’m losing myself to the competition

At what point did I start to think that I’d win

(Oh I'm, losing myself, oh I'm, losing myself)