Crave - Anima!

Please excuse me sir, could you spare some change?

Every day i get up and its' all the same

I am inside out in a sideways place,

I got friends who are on, but they’re all mistakes

And the bottle tips to my open throat

And the needle hits on the skin so cold,

I am underneath, I cannot control,

Crave.

Fill me up until my plate is full

Is it for my head, is it for my fuel.

I will open up, i will swallow whole.

Sugar in the veins and the hearts consoled