Eartling - Bloodshot Fanatical

Running on no sleep, shell shocked.
This love has love has got grid-locked,
Look into my eyes, I'm runnin' straight bloodshot.

Devoted patriot, I've been up all night long.
Some may find it somewhat wrong,
But now what else you got?

Should I lay my head to rest waiting for another day?
Should I stop to smell the roses like the wisemen say?
This drive inside of me is killing me
And I deserve it.
I feel myself fading
And I'm still convinced it's worth it.


I'm runnin' it bloodshot fanatical.
Can't take time for sabatical.
Won't make this mathematical.
I'm running straight bloodshot.