The tortures on a higher dose
A nightmare wrapped in fairytales
A youth went forth to learn what fear was
Ghost-driven collision course
Rate and share the alibis
I can't see you so you can't see me
From venom-rooted family tree
I can't say why but I don't like it
Mirror made of broken glass
To look familiar more or less
I hide behind my alter ego
These thoughts to be told
These thoughts to be told
Can't read the "What's left?" slogan
I'm with a fist-fucked-fairy
I brought a fork and a grinder
And dance with the unsuitable
Neck and crop racked by remorse
I hope I won't have to remember
Another day to kill the pain
The lesson as if to explain
What goes up, must come down
These thoughts to be told
These thoughts to be told
Forgot the keys to the locker
And so I tend to a landmine