I'm feeling weak in the knees
And every day of the week
Is silent and gray
And it's always the same
I thought I was important
I thought I had worth
I used to think the world needed me
Until I needed the world
Gimme gimme gimme shelter
I need to rest my soul
Sinking feeling, rocks in my pockets
Feet searching for the undertow
Gimme gimme gimme comfortably numb
Eyes burning on the interstate
Gimme drugs gimme booze gimme dazed and confused
Or give me death
Trash Talk - Gimme Death (Awake 2011)
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