Tekst piosenki: Elita - Televised Suicide
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume
Anxious anticipation
Violent expectation
I sit and wait, don't feel too real
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal
(Televised suicide)
I want to run away (Televised suicide)
I want to run away (Televised suicide)
(Blood and guts news, with the dead eyed muse)
Blood and guts news, with the dead eyed muse
Exploit and abuse, destroy for views
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume
I sit and wait, don't feel too real
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal
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