Horizon

Red lips stir On the horizon. Drink my tequila and run. Been punching the walls, blood on my hands. Trying to forget Who I am, cared. And all the things, all the Things I've Done. Ooh. Rush of adrenaline, oh, it feels like, It feels like heroin. Escape my body, oh. Sitting on the hillside to the horizon, Waiting for my demons to end. Angels in exile And demons at bay. A fire's inside Burning you out. My street spirit inside Fades in and Out. In silence again, again, again. Ooh. Rush of adrenaline, it feels like, It feels like heroin. Escape my body, Oh. Sitting on the hillside to the horizon, Waiting for my demons to end. Escape my body. Rush of adrenaline, oh, feels like, It feels like heroin. Escape my body, Oh. Sitting on the hillside to the horizon, Waiting for my demons to End