More songs by Neoni
Description
Producer: Jason Suwito
Composer Lyricist: Sidney Powell
Composer Lyricist: Caitlin Powell
Composer Lyricist: Jason Suwito
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's insidious, the sickness of being content with, "My life is just fine," baby, who are we kidding?
We're lying and biding our limited time, and breathing just to survive's just a slow way of dying. If I'm going down, it's kamikaze.
Drink adrenaline like it's coffee. Sit and stay, nope, you lost me.
No Taiwan, no golden locks. See comfort's kinda like epoxy. You can get stuck sleepwalking.
If you play it safe, it'll lose my plot, please read it on my autopsy.
Autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy.
We're all aging away.
We're all wasting away in our luxury cars, smoking our cheap cigars, and pretending we're living, but we're just existing for the applause going to get along. If I'm going down, it's kamikaze. Drink adrenaline like it's coffee.
Sit and stay, nope, you lost me. No Taiwan, no golden locks.
See comfort's kinda like epoxy. You can get stuck sleepwalking.
If you play it safe, it'll lose my plot, please read it on my autopsy.
Read it on my autopsy. Read it on my autopsy.
Autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy. Read it on my autopsy.
Autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, read it on my autopsy.
Oh, like a hundred and ten on the freeway. Head out the window, I'm screaming.
Caution to the wind, yeah, it's breezy. It will all be over before you can blink, babe.
Hundred and ten on the freeway. Head out the window, I'm screaming.
Caution to the wind, yeah, it's breezy. It will all be over before you can blink, babe.
Read it on my autopsy. Read it on my autopsy.
Autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy.
Read it on my autopsy.
If I'm going down, it's kamikaze. Drink adrenaline like it's coffee.
Autopsy, autopsy.
Comfort's kinda like epoxy. You can get stuck sleepwalking.
Autopsy, autopsy. Like a hundred and ten on the freeway.
Head out the window, I'm screaming.
Caution to the wind, yeah, it's breezy.
It will all be over before you can blink, babe.