Trashed, Lost & Strungout Children of Bodom

Once again, falling on the trail walking blind trade nothing... Discretion is low
It's hard to breath, Taking yourself in honor I should know how low I can go

Before I go high, I'm very down
But I'll be going after it, again and again

You know I can't go the other way without being Trashed Lost and Strungout
When together try something going back to the question thats "What will Knock me out?"

Before I go high, I'm very down
And I'll be going after it, again and again

Come on!

Maybe I should've Fuckin' Trashed my Life
But for that I'm gonna turn to you
And the trashed people askin' my head until I sweat
Now tell me what the fuck to do!

Why did it get to the point where I could do
Nothing but try and be Strungout on you
Let me drown, way deep down below
For the fleeting past to let go
Until the end I raise like a battering Ram
Looking at my own Reflection
Forever I shall kiss you Goodbye
To kill my Soul addiction