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• Artiste: Choke Up
• Titre: End of the World
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It took seventeen shots to the head to realize I was dead. It took two more months to realize I was comatose. ?Cause I?m half awake, half asleep, there?s blood on the street, and I?m coughing up everything but what I need to breathe. So let?s take six shots to our veins to slow us down, when it used to be six lines to our faces, to quicken our heartbeats, to get ?em racing. I never thought our world would come to this- American, red-blooded, wide eyes transfixed on a route turned to wreckage and affection turned to gossip, and everything that came so easy is wearing us down. Now our heartbeats speak slow like fucking time bombs. We?re wide-awake and no one knows what fucking went wrong. When bedroom floors turn to hotel rooms and ?without a doubt? turns to ?I wonder if I should.? Yeah, the clock sped us up and it wound us down, we took too much at once, we?re fucking paying for it now. We were once the end of the world, Armageddon on our fucking shoulders. It never meant anything but what it meant to us, and now we're losing it all. We were once the end of the world together, Armageddon on top of our fucking shoulders.