Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Matilde G
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Matilde Girasole
Komponist:in
Jonathan S Bluth
Komponist:in
Max Zachariah Cinnamon
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Max Zachariah Cinnamon
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Tonight I'm feeling like a sinner
Is it gonna be hell or paradise
Hunting my next prey for dinner
You know I'm constantly craving the chase
I can't escape it
Yeah I always end up in the mirror
Asking myself, "Oh God, what have done?"
Try to follow my heart
But my head keeps talking
And I love when it's wrong
Yeah I get excited
It's the thrill that i feel
Yeah it keeps me running, oh, oh, oh
That's the way that it's wired my mind
I know it's subliminal
These obsessions they win every time
My instincts are tragic
Feels like constantly slipping on ice
Heart so numb from the cold
Wish the lows were as good as the highs
This time I've had it
Oh, the way it's wired my mind
Oh, catch me slippin' on ice
Oh, swear I've had it this time
Oh, my instincts are tragic
Drained up all my energy
Messed up all of my chemistry
I'm endorphin addicted
It's become a habit tonight
You know I'm constantly craving the chase
I can't escape it
Yeah I always end up in the mirror
Asking myself, "Oh God, what have done?"
Try to follow my heart
But my head keeps talking
And I love when it's wrong
Yeah I get excited
It's the thrill that i feel
Yeah it keeps me running, oh, oh, oh
That's the way that it's wired my mind
I know it's subliminal
These obsessions they win every time
My instincts are tragic
Feels like constantly slipping on ice
Heart so numb from the cold
Wish the lows were as good as the highs
This time I've had it
Oh, the way it's wired my mind
Oh, catch me slippin' on ice
Oh, swear I've had it this time
Oh, my instincts are tragic
Written by: Jonathan S Bluth, Matilde Girasole, Max Zachariah Cinnamon