Third Strike (feat. Adir Tov)

Take a back seat and let me tell you what’s on my mind

Don't fight it, might end up in the ground if I tried

To control it, these suicide omens

So load up your weapons

Coz this might be your third strike

I'm so bored to death

World war four inside my head

Yeah I fought , but I got back up again

I tried to tie all these loose ends

Now I'm a mess

Clouding up the sunlight

Cut me like a knife

I’m feeling reckless

My body’s oh so restless

I don't think its worth it

Coz this might be your third strike

Take a back seat and let me tell you what’s on my mind

Don't fight it, might end up in the ground if I tried

To control it, these suicide omens

So load up your weapons

Coz this might be your third strike

Buried my soul

Sunk like a stone

How could you do that to me on my low?

Life after death

This is the end

I know you’ll do it again

Ink on the line

Thought you were mine

Not a slip of the pen

Just a simple good bye

This might be your third strike

Clouding up the sunlight

Cut me like a knife

I’m feeling reckless

My body’s oh so restless

I don't think its worth it

Coz this might be your third strike

Take a back seat and let me tell you what’s on my mind

Don't fight it, might end up in the ground if I tried

To control it, these suicide omens

So load up your weapons

Coz this might be your third strike