Sleep deprived in a hall of eyes, all stand against me. White walls and empty faces, don't mean a thing. Jet lag is suffocation, from these walls I will be free. Hackers in the back (with a tombstone) cause me to fall.
Paranoia in my brain, nothing will ever be the same. You stole my eyes, you stole me gaze, nothing will ever be the same. I stare at you, across the crowd. With my blade against your skin I stab, and stab, and now you're dead. The voices and faces in my head.
Your blood red hair, your blood red shoes, your ghost pale skin, won't save you, from the edge of my blade, piercing your skin, making you scream, escaping this hell. They'll find your body, but I won't care. The blood you bleed is as red as your hair.
Paranoia in my brain, nothing will ever be the same. You stole my eyes, you stole me gaze, nothing will ever be the same. I stare at you, across the crowd. With my blade against your skin I stab, and stab, and now you're dead. The voices and faces in my head.
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