Next Time Songtext
von Bacchae

(I′m) kicking worry down the path:
I want to split my teeth in half
I've got the fear, I′m all feared up
At night I fill my cheeks with cuts
Subscription to anxiety
A coupon for some medicine
I'll drain the sludge inside of me
I'll sterilize this skin I′m in
I can hear you breathe right now
Asleep inside a horror plot


Smelling sweet and looking foul
A future filled with grippy socks
They can see what′s on my mind
They can read my inner thoughts
My hand is tied with fishing line
My privacy's an afterthought
Kiss me
Crush me
Kiss me
Crush me

I′m going in
I'm freaking out
I′m going in
I'm freaking out
Next time
Next time
Next time uh uh!
Next Time!
Next Time!
Next Time!


Next Time!
The Internet destroyed my mind
My body and my inner world
I′m just a microscopic grain
I'm just a busy, pretty girl
Tell me I should buy a car and
Tell me I should cut my face
Buy new clothes I can't afford
And move into a bigger place
Tomorrow you′ll be just the same

Squealing like a popped balloon
Everybody pays to play
One tragedy from total ruin
You can see what′s on my mind
You can read my inner thoughts
My hand is tied with fishing line
My privacy's an afterthought
Kiss me
Crush me
Kiss me

Crush me
I′m going in
I'm freaking out
I′m going in
I'm freaking out
Next time
Uh uh!
Uh uh!
Next Time!
Next Time!

Next Time!
Next Time!
I don′t know if I can take it
Next Time!
I don't know if I will make it
Next Time!
I don't know if I can take it
Next Time!
I don′t know if I will make it
Next Time!