Saint Chaos — Echo

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Gimme all your pills I don’t feel too well
‘Cause this shit’s too bad for my mental health
And my mind just feels like a prison cell
While she is living I’m stuck in hell

I’m followed by your echo
I’m followed by your echo
So get out, get out, get the hell out of my head
I’m followed by your echo

I spent endless nights in a thousand bars
But I found no cure for my broken heart
While she moved on I’m still looking back
It took a second to leave but a lifetime to forget

I’m followed by your echo
I’m followed by your echo
So get out, get out, get the hell out of my head
I’m followed by your echo

This shit’s too bad for my mental health
This shit’s too bad for my mental health
This shit’s too bad for my mental health
So get the hell out of my
Get the hell out of my
Get the hell out of my head

I’m followed by your echo
I’m followed by your
I’m followed by your
I’m followed by your