Stevans - Buzz in the Head Lyrics
Delight fades away, 7 AMEmpty bottles and decayWe’re on the brink and the feast is not overHeadache and old pain walking round our brainDesperately crawling, among the ghostsOur primary hosts, fickle friends are taking overReason cast away, vanish and burnSomething like a bad delayWe’re on the brink may the feast be all overHeadache and real pain stalking our stoned brainFind a place to hide from the ghosts, just on our knees nowWe’ve been living in this hell of a nightDesperately crawling, among the ghostsOur primary hosts, fickle friends have taken over