They’re in my head, they’re in my lungs, They’re in my skin, in everything. I feel them crawling, scratching at me from within.
Oh, Scanner, tell me what you mean, I don’t know what’s real- what’s happening? I don’t know how to feel… is this love or is this hate? Am I just a slave to this game I play? Itching, scratching, spinning and spinning- nauseous blood flowing steady in my veins. In my veins? What the fuck?
Maybe I held the light too hard against my skin. It burnt a hole, burnt out then let the madness in… it let the madness in. Burnt up, it let the madness in- itching scratching, what the fuck is happening? What the fuck is happening? Glitch in my mind, a virus in my thoughts whispering into my ear about all the life I’ve lost to the static. To these bad habits.
Oh, Scanner, tell me what you mean, I don’t know what’s real- what’s happening? I don’t know how to feel… is this love or is this hate? Am I just a slave to this game I play? Itching, scratching, spinning and spinning- nauseous blood flowing steady in my veins. In my veins… in my veins.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.