When you say that you are sick of me
I like to close my eyes, think that you're blowing me
I then imagine things and all that I could be
Just like in clockwork's dreams, there's nothing worse than the reality
The fear, the shivering, the horror, the fun
What the Fuxk there's left to think when you gotta run
The fear, the shivering, the horror, the fun
What the Fuxk there's left to do in front of a gun
It cannot be real
I suddenly kneel
I cannot believe
It cannot be real
Every day you weep and think of me
Cnd all the memories you are imagining
The thoughts inside your head, you wish you've never had
It is the only truth,
That ties you down until your body's loose
Around your neck it ties a steady noose
The fear, the shivering, the horror, the fun
What the Fuxk there's left to think when you gotta run
The fear, the shivering, the horror, the fun
What the Fuxk there's left to do in front of a gun
It cannot be real
I suddenly kneel
I cannot believe
It cannot be real
This is too much for me
This is too much for me
It cannot be real
I suddenly kneel
I cannot believe
It cannot be real
I stand on my knees
Cre you kidding me