Paroles: Consumed. Pistols At Dawn. A.o.t..

It's all gone pear shaped
It's fallen butter side down
I've tripped arse over tit
Don't think I can recover it

I've just lost a good friend
I've just lost my best friend

It's taking over me
Throttling me
Smothering me
Challenging me to fight
Pistols at dawn
Taking over
Never stand alone