​​xona, Vil - ​materia lyrics

Below my end, I fall i might take myself
Down, down all down we go down
Yeah, yeah below the dreams you stalk
You might take yourself down, down, down

I’m sorta losing tune (don’t stop)
Do I have your hand? have your hand?
Many men, hold your breath
I can’t take (baby steps)
Oh I love, I love, I love
When I can’t win for anything I want
But I dove, I dove head on
But I dove, I dove head on

Watch your step don’t
Keep track of death cold-
It’s just the feeling that makes
Me sick to my stomach

Fall upon my lap
And make me question if i’m worth living
It’s only for material things
That keeps my skin on a string
And i can’t seem to get my grip loose
It makes me wanna cut all my tiеs
But as the planes fly by
I sit and think on how it could be worsе
We gotta try to leave it all behind
And let the blood run through it’s course

I’m sorta losing tune (don’t stop)
Do I have your hand? have your hand?
Many men, hold your breath
I can’t take (baby steps)
Oh I love, I love, I love
When I can’t win for anything I want
But I dove, I dove head on
But I dove, I dove head on