Birds In Row Walter Freeman Lyrics

Doctor please, I need a new hope
The more I run, the more the track becomes a
Living hell paved with regrets
I've been looking for some help
The smiles in the streets they scare
The hands on my back they fucking weight
The picks in my head they help
I believe

Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake

The wine, the whiskey
They became discrete pills
The ice pick, a remedy
The ice pick, a remedy
I'll never find a way to wake up

And here comes the mourning