Von Attica - Magdalene

Foot on the gas, going to fast
Running from demons
Wind in her hair, going nowhere
Swear that she's leaving
Gotta get out this nobody town
Inside she's sinking
Keep to herself cause nobody else
Will ever believe it

Cutting her hair, down in the drain
Her dreams keep sinking
She doesn't care whatever she wears
Lost that lovely feeling
Guided by night, red in her eyes
Blends with the shadows
The bottle is dry, she lays there and cries
Drowning her sorrows

Every night she dreams of a better life

Take my hand
Magdalene

Give up the ghost or stay in the dirt
Barley breathing
She's sick of the curse
Sick of the words
Sick of all the meanings
Counting the days
Till somebody gave her a good reason
Falls to her knees, down to the feet
Of the one who can save her

Every night she dreams of a better life
Listen to the voice inside

Take my hand
Magdalene

Foot on the gas going to fast
Running from demons

Take my hand
Magdalene

Take my hand
I am

Written by:
Blake Samperi, Joseph Mabe

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