Overreacted Songtext
von Modus Fire

God damn
I′m overreacting
Acting up again
Can't we redact it my friend?
Stop all the acting
I am wracked again
Coming down is
Torture on your head
It′s pain
It's guilt
It's fucking shame
Who would choose to live this way?
Might not be a perfect sight
Medicates me on the darkest flights
But it′s over
Yes it′s over
Maybe I'm too fucking saccharine
Maybe nobody got the appetite
But it′s over
Yes it's over


Get bent
Your light is refracting
Power dissipates
Scattered and fracturing
My friend
Your pain is detracting
From the light within
Particles are
Poisoning this well
It′s pain
It's guilt
It′s fucking hell
And I can hear
The tolling bell
Might not be a perfect sight
Medicates me on the darkest flights
But it's over
Yes it's over
Maybe I′m too fucking saccharine
Maybe nobody got the appetite
But it′s over
Yes it's over and
Rousing on these
Introverted ways
And savouring
The sour taste
Mine might be
Delinquency
But I′ll wear it on my face

My aspirations in
A heap on the floor
Piled up so high that I
Can't open the door
Nothing′s really working but
I cannot ignore
But the need to strive's
What′s keeping me alive
Might not be a perfect sight
(But it was enough for us)
Medicates me on the darkest flights
But it's over
(But it'll never be over for me)
Yes it′s over
(No it′ll never be over)
Maybe I'm too fucking saccharine
(But it was enough for us)
Maybe nobody got the appetite
But it′s over
(But it'll never be over for me)
Yes it′s over
(No it'll never be over)
And you′re
Rousing on these introverted ways
And savouring the sour taste