Contorting, binding, you started losing weight
No more daily meals, no meeting friends today
He doesn't seem real his plane face get away
How many more pages will I find today?
I don't care I say, skin rotting as he plays
Black tux and tie, follows me until I die
I don't think i can run but at least I will try
The operator and his friends causing me to cry
Eyeless skull, no teeth or tongue
But somehow hell still eat you til you're done
What do I do? do I try to run?
Not matter what i do he wont be f*cking gone
Eyeless skull, no teeth or tongue
But somehow hell still eat you til you're done
What do I do? do I try to run?
Not matter what i do he wont be f*cking gone