The Hellfreaks

Lyrics

Take a sip,
I swear there’s no trick,
I guess you won’t like the taste,
Boy, you won’t like the taste
Of my soul.
Why does it feel way too old?
Off the wall, don’t stare at me my Mona Lisa.

Boy I can’t turn clear water in
To silken red wine, red wine.
No, I can’t save your soul
It’s too late
I’m not, I’m not, not the chosen one.

Shut them down
Those lights burn me out
Your words are like a crown,
Your words are like a crown of boiled,
Hot oil.
Only drugs hate me more,
Than I do, when I face myself
I am too much or too less

Boy I can’t turn clear water in
To silken red wine, red wine.
No, I can’t save your soul
It’s too late
I’m not, I’m not, not the chosen one.

I shine with deeper shades
Just go away, don’t make me fade, don’t make me fade
That is what I am, but I’m fine, okay?
Just leave my lane..

Boy I can’t turn clear water in
To silken red wine, red wine.
No, I can’t save your soul
It’s too late
I’m not, I’m not, not the chosen one.