Secret Hell

Hey I know there's more to this

But I bought you a newspaper every Sunday

At the end just a huge pile of yellowed

Sunday telegraphs on the windowpane

Running across the farmer's house

You know well just never tell

If someone's got a secret hell

Now you, you should be breaking me

Sometimes I lose my head

I don't know nothing

You should be breaking me

Instead you let me hide behind your back

What goes around

Will come back down

Can someone get it out of town?

I'm in this state, kinda late

But tell me, don't it look just great?

You, you should be haunting me

Some drift get twisted before I even touch 'em

You should be scaring me

But don't i only scare myself?

So don't I only scare myself?

So don't I only scare myself?

So don't I only scare myself?

So don't I only scare myself?

So don't I only scare myself?