Текстове на песни: Bullets And Octane. In The Mouth Of The Young. My Disease.

Wake up and get dressed
Check your pulse
And tie me in
I can?t think
With you staring at me
I?ll smack that look
Right off your face-
Line ?em up and suck one down with me
It keeps me believing?
I Don?t want to think
I don?t want to breathe
This is my disease
It?ll be there in the morning
will be there when I wake
The same reality

Well back up
And strap in
This could be one hell of a ride
And I
Can?t guarantee my friend
You will make it out this time-
Line ?em up, and suck one down with me
It keeps me believing

I Don?t want to think
I don?t want to breathe
This is my disease
It?ll be there in the morning
It?ll haunt me as I sleep
This feeling?s killing me-

This is My Disease