Dead Beetle
I've got a dark room
Filled with black holes,
Scarecrows, scary phantoms.
In this room the time is bended,
Space connected, spirits lifted.
I can feel the moon beam
Touching my skin,
Bright eye
In the dark sky
At this time my eyes see clearly,
I don't need gods to forgive me.
Where is my head?
Where is my head when I need it?
I've got
Two names,
Green eyes hypnotised.
Sharp teeth,
Scar trace marked out.
My mind feels inconsistent,
Thank god.
If my sight is slightly off,
I am fine with that.
Can't describe it all with words,
But I am fine with that.
Don't you put me in a box
Don't manipulate my thoughts
I'll be feeling dead inside
I'll be feeling left to rot like a
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Beetle
Twenty-two red picture frames,
They're hanging by my bed.
In those are the dreams I dreamt,
Although not all of them.
And I look
And observe and try to
Learn a little more
'bout me and my mind 'cause
It feels a little dark inside.
It feels like it's just me this time.
I've got
Two names,
Green eyes hypnotised.
Sharp teeth,
Scar trace marked out.
My mind feels inconsistent,
Thank god.
If my sight is slightly off,
I am fine with that.
Can't describe it all with words,
But I am fine with that.
Don't you put me in a box
Don't manipulate my thoughts
I'll be feeling dead inside
I'll be feeling left to rot like a
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Beetle
Filled with black holes,
Scarecrows, scary phantoms.
In this room the time is bended,
Space connected, spirits lifted.
I can feel the moon beam
Touching my skin,
Bright eye
In the dark sky
At this time my eyes see clearly,
I don't need gods to forgive me.
Where is my head?
Where is my head when I need it?
I've got
Two names,
Green eyes hypnotised.
Sharp teeth,
Scar trace marked out.
My mind feels inconsistent,
Thank god.
If my sight is slightly off,
I am fine with that.
Can't describe it all with words,
But I am fine with that.
Don't you put me in a box
Don't manipulate my thoughts
I'll be feeling dead inside
I'll be feeling left to rot like a
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Beetle
Twenty-two red picture frames,
They're hanging by my bed.
In those are the dreams I dreamt,
Although not all of them.
And I look
And observe and try to
Learn a little more
'bout me and my mind 'cause
It feels a little dark inside.
It feels like it's just me this time.
I've got
Two names,
Green eyes hypnotised.
Sharp teeth,
Scar trace marked out.
My mind feels inconsistent,
Thank god.
If my sight is slightly off,
I am fine with that.
Can't describe it all with words,
But I am fine with that.
Don't you put me in a box
Don't manipulate my thoughts
I'll be feeling dead inside
I'll be feeling left to rot like a
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Beetle
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