More - Kris Kelly

Nail the good stuff into the palm of my hand

And I will bleed for you

I’ve given up everything that might heal the wound

Cause the drugs numb so good

It wasn’t always the case, I used to dream about finding happiness

But sucking off a god that gives a shallow relief, I find it the easiest

And now I want more

Give me some more

I deserve more

I’m taking more

Give it to me now! Mine! Gimme!

A demon took hold of my soul

I like him real well when he gives me what I want

But now it’s too much work

If he can’t fill up the void I told him to fill

Then he must not be good enough

And if I push aside the signs my body’s giving me, I think I could trick me

whole

Give it to me but if it’s not the biggest, don’t worry, I need to have a goal

And now I want more

Give me some more

I deserve more

I’m taking more

Give it to me now! Mine! Gimme!

A demon took hold of my soul

Nail the good stuff into the palm of my hand

And I will bleed for you