Megachills - Futurebirds

I’m feeling beat, I’m feeling bad

Just looking for the thrill I had

Before, the temptress to my hand

I need your green I need your

To fight the things we constantly pursue

These things, they burn like fire, burns like fire

Like the spirits that get our heads alright

Like the females deep into the night

It’s such a lovely sight it makes ya high, high

So when I wake the devils in my

I know which turns will takes me to the door

Warm like a child, clean and pure

Hit the doors, the stacked on

Sight’s a sin there’s nothing left to distract

From the engine’s hum, it’s giving light

Won’t take me high

Fill my chalice I fill it up to the top

So that I need two hands just to pick it up

That’s a side I can’t control it, high, high, high, high

Just some kinda

Just a little from one to another

I get the feelin I’l be cold

I know the megachills are cold

I want to swim down to the depths

A 64 oz pressed to my lips

My tongues alive, with fishin eyes

Nothing but clean water fills my eye

I drink till I’m wet just because I can

I can drown right now and die a happy man

I can drown right now and die a happy man, be a happy man

All hours of the day as well as night

Hit the doors bright lights will have you feeling right

Fill it to the brim, high, high, high, high