Paroles de Fingerprints

In the dusty corners of my attic space Lies a relic of a chilling, shadowed grace Leather-bound and weathered, with a lock so tight Holds the whispers of a mind lost in the night Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep? In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail In every line, a sinister tale Fingerprints smudged on the yellowed sheets The ramblings of chaos, and skipped heartbeats A map of a mind where the light never goes A garden of text where the madness grows Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep? In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail In every line, a sinister tale Scratched in ink, the echoes of a soul Trapped in torment, an abyssal hole What led you down this path so bleak? Is it vengeance or redemption you seek? Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep? In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail In every line, a sinister tale Oh, ancient notebook, what secrets do you keep? In your pages, the dark thoughts that creep A psychopath's musings, a twisted trail In every line, a sinister tale Now I close the book and lock away the dread The silent screams and the things unsaid But in the quiet, I can still hear the call Of the ancient notebook that knows it all