Текст песни «Darko - Canthus Viewpoints»

I really gotta stop picking fights
With the ghosts of my past
While Im rolling with the punches
Im not sure how long Im gonna last

Pour salt on the open wound
Love the ones that hurt you, say

I really gotta stop picking fights
Or Im gonna regret this
Berating
Every decision brings a vision of what went wrong
Down with rounds to play with
KOd

These memories haunting me
Im starting to think its my life
Flashing before my eyes
Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the corner of my eye

I really gotta stop picking fights
Now the specters are winning
But Im smiling through the bruises, cuts and blood
Laughing and grinning

Pour salt on the open wound
Love the ones that hurt you, say

We are not gonna let it go

These memories haunting me
Im starting to think its my life
Flashing before my eyes
Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the corner of my eye