The Orwells - Other Voices lyrics

rate me

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

But that’s what night time’s all about

Don’t take me in, I’ll drag you down

You’re not the prettiest girl around

Take the breath, stop brinking out

Take the drink and let’s make out

Your pupils wide, let’s go outside

Light up a smoke and start to cry

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

Well I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I'm tripping in, I can't get out

Don’t grab my hand, I’m not your friend

I’m waiting for my life to end

Give me the gun, pass me the pen

Tonight’s the night, our lives will end

Well I spilled the blood, it’s crimson red

I've got the voices in my head

Give me the gun, pass me the pen

Tonight’s the night our lives will end

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I'll let you in if you let me out.

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I’m tripping in, I can’t get out

I’m slipping in and you’re tripping out

And I'll let you in if you let me out.

Thanks to Scott for correcting these lyrics