It's always one, two, three
Three choices, three options
Survive live or die
I got sick of constantly running away from everything
The endless struggle made no sense to me
So I just froze and gave up on everything
It's always one, two, three
Three choices, three options
Survive live or die
I got sick of constantly running away from everything
The endless struggle made no sense to me
So I just froze and gave up on everything
You might be right!
But deep in my heart I know you're not
What you see is just another side of me
You call it creativity and see it as a good thing
But for me it's a different matter
It's the manic part that's inside me
And there is nothing good or positive about it
So you might be right but I know you're wrong
Who is that staring at me Blood red eyes a soulless smile so familiar!! So twisted and tormented I see the fear, the scars, the smell of dec...