If my senses won't come to me I better come to my senses But I can't I'm too scared of being scared
Like saving cancer-mice from labs Or half-eaten flies from cobwebs No sense of reality Or of concequence
Come come... Oh don't bother I'll just embrace myself And while I'm at it I'll just lift myself up by the hair
I'm not here
So you've all gathered here To knock some sense into me Go away, can't you see I'm busy Dying of fear of dying?
- Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to think like you Well, they don't so shut up
Well I've got a candied heart But I'm afraid to use it So what more can I do Than entertain my demons In this comic tragedy called lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.