DeathCalls

(Sush)

Back on the road, barrel of dough

Baggage pressed in white gold

Ice in my bourbon, ice in my soul

Ice on the road, drive slow

Diamonds glow, dyin' slow

Shit rough but I'm alright though

I can dash like it's solo, woah

But death calls and I'm rushin' to the phone

It's tragic, dial tone static

You hung up, now I'm in the wrong

You hate me, I knew it all along

I'm anxious, it's safe to call it off

I can't bear to wait another dawn

Moon gone but the stars still above

I'm waitin', times are changin'

And you didn't, I hate to jump the gun

But you forced me, baby, you endorsed it

I'm gone and my nervous system numb

But in the dark, I finally miss the sun

Press session, witness a pistol bomb

I'm frozen, they call me Mr. What?

Ten below, I'm cold, I'm heatin' up

If they die, then you know the-

If they die, then you know the reasons of

Tryin', tryin', it's never good enough

Shit'll never work out, shit'll never work out

No matter what the fuck I do

Tryin', tryin', it's never good enough

Shit'll never work out, shit'll never work out

No matter what the fuck I do