원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
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
