Chill The Fuck Out Songtext

It rushes over like a warm wind
Goes straight to my head
It's just what I need
To quell the aching hell
Of the working week and those incessant bells

Dark is the path which lies before us
Songs of the Siren, sing the chorus

Flat on the floor
(Day twenty-one)
Eyes up, facing forth
(The night's first alky-bev)
Without a drink for twenty days now
(It rushes over like a warm wind)
For whatever that's worth
(Goes straight to my head)
Each thought ringing out
(It's just what I need)
As clearly as a bell (To quell the aching hell)
Sustaining long enough to write it down
(Of the working week and those incessant bells)

Now it's time
To chill the fuck out
Chill the fuck out
I'll be like a hollow reed
And let it flow through me like the wind

Chill the fuck out
Chill the fuck out
I'll be like a hollow reed
And let it flow through me like the wind