Get Ill Lyrics

Colin Of Arabia Get Ill

Terrified of the died, steady loss of friends
Rising star going far, doomed to an early end

I got nothing, we got nothing, we all have nothing,
f..cking nothing.

I got nothing, nothing left to lose, I'm f..cking losing
it. I got nothing, no excuse. I'm f..cking losing it. I've
got nothing but the blues, I'm f..cking losing it. I got
nothing red, white blues,I'm f..cking losing it.

Every face ends with a dead end.
Body, shell, a ghost.
Mind is sickened by the parasites,
I've become a host.

I'm f..cking losing it.
I f..cking want to quit.
I'm running through,
Red white, red white, and bruised.