Testo di Boogieman

The line of fact and fiction’s blurring To the point that you can’t even tell What is real? What is false? What is anything at all? My favorite kind of living hell! Now you see me Now you don’t Now I'm in your head Complicated superstitions hanging by a thread! There’s nothing wrong with a bit of traumatizing Small pinch of fear shouldn’t be that paralyzing Unless I feel like it should be I’d ask to tell me all his secrets So I’d never come to disappoint Pull his teeth Prick his eyеs And make sure that he’s alivе Or maybe rip out all his joints None will listen None will care No one will believe Keep these moments locked inside you Till the day you grieve There’s nothing wrong with a bit of traumatizing Small pinch of fear shouldn’t be that paralyzing I'm not what you call your average kind of scary! No need to yell, it's all imaginary! Unless I feel it shouldn't be Oh, okay