I have time to sit and stare When my skull is strained and my brain is dead I'm losing. . . And I end up losing my mind Yeah, I end up losing my mind
I have time to sit and stare When my skull is strained and my brain is dead I'm losing... And I end up losing my mind Yeah, I end up losing my mind...
Översättning: Phantom Planet. Losing My Mind.
When I have time to sit and stare When my skull is strained and my brain is dead I'm losing... And I end up losing my mind Yeah, I end up losing my mind
fits right down in my shoes Whatchu expect me to do? If you're playing me for a fool I will lose my cool And reach for my fire arm I didn't mean to lay
drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed
, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife You's the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom
Chorus x2: Mike Shinoda] Your running out of time I came to take what's mine If you think I'm stepping aside Then your losing your mind Losing your mind
in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage I got staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage I got staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage My pockets
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom
tell What turned my life into this maze ? I'm left alone On the whole A derelict is what I am A fallen soul A wandering shadow of a man losing his mind
my mind I knew no one was there Yay, in my mind, but not so in my soul I loved, I swear I loved, else why this pain When of my will I opened up the door
oblivion but pieces all to earn Turning mental circles thats revolving and redundant Place upon my phantom features thats rewarding and abundant We're coming into self indulgence cleaned of the present And losing
he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed I air
] Your running out of time Hey You! I came to take what's mine Hey You! If you think I'm stepping aside Then your losing your mind Losing your mind [
