Testi Hard Drugs, Fake Love - Cemetery Sun

Hard Drugs, Fake Love

My head is spinning in a dark room
You caught me staring at the ceiling
This is the setting of the seasons
I’ll use the cross-eyed thoughts to
Excuse myself, amuse myself
And loose myself until we come back down
To prove that hell is where my heart’s been
Run in circles 'til we come back down
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
You’re my baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love
It’s a sensation
Makes one hell of a collaboration
I’m falling down your stairwell
Eyes are closing if you can’t tell
Me the rhyme in all your reasons
'Cause it’s the reason of the seasons
So excuse yourself, amuse yourself
And lose yourself before we come back down
To prove that hell is where your hearts' been
Run in circles 'til we come back down
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
You’re my baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love
It’s a sensation
Makes one hell of a collaboration
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
You’re my baby take a back seat
Hard drugs fake love
It’s a sensation
Makes one hell of a collaboration
It’s in the bedroom,
In the basement
From your head down to your heart
Every flame that you spark in the light
And in the dark makes a light that they see
No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe
And the dark makes a light that they see
No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe
And the thoughts that we think
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
You’re my baby take a backseat
Hard drugs, fake love
It’s a sensation
Makes one hell of a collaboration
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
You’re my baby take a backseat
Hard drugs, fake love
It’s a sensation
Makes one hell of a collaboration