Horizon

Little Hipster on the Horizon
Drink my Tequila, and run
Been punching the walls, bloods on my hands.
Trying to forget who I am kid.
cnd all the things that I have done

Rush of cdrenaline,
Oh it feels like, it feels like heroin. (Escape my body)
Sitting on the hillside to the horizon,
Waiting for my demons to end.

cngels in exile
Demons at bay
It fires inside burning you out
My street spirit inside fades in and out.
I'm silent again, again again

Rush of adrenaline
Oh it feels like, it feels like heroin (escape my body)
Sitting on the hillside to the horizon,
Waiting for my demons to end (escape my mind

Rush of adrenaline
Oh it feels like, it feels like heroin (escape my body)
Sitting on the hillside to the horizon, waiting for my demons to end.