เพลง PANIC

PANIC - YONAKA

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

Composed by：NRTHS/L1NGYUN/ZayE/VANGUARD RECORDS/Forestcat Records

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

But see these voices in my head they drive me m-m-m-manic

I tripped up slipped up did a bad thing

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

I have always been attracted to the d-d-d-danger

I cleaned up a little yeah but it was never a str-str-str-stranger

All day all night never switch off Grave shift worker now

I'm my own boss

AGHHHHHHHHH It was never it was never enough

My night paralysis 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

P-A-N-I-C Your empty death threats Ain't got nothing on me

I take it to the grave When I RIP 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'-cmon

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

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

I flipped a switch the day my personality it got stolen

Ripped off pissed off understatement

And I 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 take it to the grave When I RIP 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'-cmon

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

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

P-A-N-I-C Your empty death threats Ain't got nothing on me

I take it to the grave When I RIP 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'-cmon

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