@migu music@

@migu music@

作词 : Alex Crosby/Theresa Jarvis/Robert Edward Simon Mason/Edwards George Perry Werbrouch

作曲 : Alex Crosby/Theresa Jarvis/Robert Edward Simon Mason/Edwards George Perry Werbrouch

I'm sorry if I caused alarm and made you panic

But see these voices in my head they drive me manic

I tripped up, slipped up, did a bad thing

I can't get no peace 'cause my mind rings

I have always been attracted to the danger

I cleaned up a little, yeah, but it was never a stranger

All day, all night, never switch off

Grave shift, work kinda I'm a own boss

It was never, it was never enough

My night paralysis is screams but nobody wakes up

I ask politely, "Can I leave?" but there's a hole in my boat

Oh, I'm sinking, oh, I'm sinking, oh, I'm sinking, oh

P-A-N-I-C

Your еmpty death threats ain't got nothing on me

I'll takе it to the grave when I R.I.P when I'm gone

(You good for nothing son of a gun I'll take you down)

Know your enemy when drowning your soul 'cause the drinks are free

And the powders cut up blow it all on me, c'mon

(You good for nothing son of a gun I'll take you down)

You won't like me when you see me losing control

I flipped the switch the day my personality got stolen

Ripped off, pissed off, understatement

And I've been living with this *****, my new replacement

Over and over and over again

I tell her the rules but she always breaks them

Leaves me in a frenzy, leaves me to clean up

It's sticky, so sticky, so sticky, I'm stuck

P-A-N-I-C

Your empty death threats ain't got nothing on me

I'll take it to the grave when I R.I.P when I'm gone

(You good for nothing son of a gun I'll take you down)

Know your enemy when drowning your soul 'cause drinks are free

And the powders cut up blow it all on me, c'mon

(You good for nothing son of a gun I'll take you down)

P-A-N-I-C

Your empty death threats ain't got nothing on me

I'll take it to the grave when I R.I.P when I'm gone

(You good for nothing son of a gun I'll take you down)

Know your enemy when drowning your soul 'cause drinks are free

And the powders cut up blow it all on me, c'mon

(You good for nothing son of a gun I'll take you down)