Sodium
Joseph Talbot, Mark Bowen
I feel like I understand
How it feels to kill a man
Surefire I retire your plans
Tastes like metal
Tendon piercing like a dog
Elbow teeth crack feels like God
Shake your moneymaker
Tastes like metal
Kni-kni-kni-kni-knives out
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
They say fame is a hell of a drug
Until they peel the wings off a dove
It's a losing streak I'm on
Tastes like metal
Hear the bells, they ring for you
You can run but I'll run too
Dark light shine bright like a blood sheen
Tastes like metal
Kni-kni-kni-kni-knives out
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying