Artist: Sum 41
Album: Chuck
Song: Angels With Dirty Faces
Label: Island Records

I need this,
To get me through.
Can't resist.
Don't want to,
Believe it,
I know it's true.
Can't beat it,
Don't want to try.

A perfect hell.
It's more to me than you ever will know,
Down here where the rest of us fell.
Waste away and nothing left to show.
While I'm in,
This perfect hell.

Obsession has begun,
Possessed by destruction,
How did I get so low?
Believe me no one knows.
Sometimes I can't hold on,
And no one can help me.

Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
I don't think I can make it through this.
Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
The less I do the more it makes no sense.

I'm walking pollution,
Who's strained by delusions.
On the verge of destruction,
I gave into abduction.
Thin blood I'm bleeding,
Pulse wont stop racing,
Just as my heart explodes.

No chance that I could win,
Too hard to not give in,
I just don't feel the same,
Because I'm the one to blame.
Sometimes I can't hold on,
And no one can help me.

Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
I don't think I can make it through this.
Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
The less I do the more it makes no sense.

I need this to be myself,
Feels like I need some help.
It's too late to save myself,
Or it's just in my head.

Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
I don't think I can make it through this.
Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
The less I do the more it makes no sense.
Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
I don't think I can make it through this.
Now it's got hold of me,
(Hold of me)
The less I do the more it makes no sense.