Paranormal and unwanted
I stand in my night cell
I lost here tonight the player got the lot of me
A shadow on the wall shapes the warmest hand
Is it his hand that i fear or is it the hand of regret?
I stand proudly in the hand of my handler
Playing in a game i can't really control
I'm the inelible pride in the face of the player
Staining the hopes of the ones that i love
I wonder if the need to escape is real
Or if these pills are used like a paintbrush to paint
The guilt in the eyes that don't stare at me anymore
You are not worthy of the gift of death whisper my fears in my ears
I crawl a paranormal doll
Begging for the love i need
I crawl a paranormal doll
Begging for it
Will the pills in my stomach be the end of my trip
Or is it true i can't resist the offer of life
I dream of the moments i haven't yet lived
Puking his pride from right inside of me