SIM CARD #7 Songtext
von New Saint

The more I yell about it
I cannot make a sound
No other way to channel
The winter that I′ve found
I ain't about a rolex
I′m running out of time
The world moves on around me
They think I've lost my mind

What you even doing
In a cold place
Like this
Girl it's been a minute
Don′t know why
But it all feels too late


I′m moving on
I'm holdin on
I′m movin on
I'm holdin on
I′m all out of options, I
I feel so alone
I'm all out of focus, I
Don′t feel like home

The more I yell about it
I cannot make a sound
No other way to channel
The winter that I've found

I ain't about a rolex
I′m running out of time
The world moves on around me
They think I′ve lost my mind

You don't need xanax
What you even doin
In a dark place
Like this?
Yeah it′s been a minute
Don't know why
Cause it all feels too late

Sign of the worlds end
Sign of the times
They take advantage
Who would′ve thought


Pop pop pop
Fucked up in the head
Don't move or your next
Cause I′m better off dead
Out of the way
Cause I'm moving real fast
Cause I threw away my soul and
Shriveled on into waste
Pop pop pop
Fucked up in the head
Cause I'm better off dead
Don′t move or your next
Pop pop pop
Cause I′m better off dead
Cause I'm better off dead
Cause I′m better off