Meanwhile Pt. 1
You don't want to move yourself
Even if the world is dead
You are too lazy
Roll the dice and you will see
Everything around is burnt
You are too virsceral
Try to carry on, I've been thinking about all the matters
This is not the end, this is not the end at all
It's forbidden and wrong
What is going on in this world that I don't want to live in?
How am I supposed to love someone I don't know
Meanwhile, I'll sing this song
♪
Here comes the eve to dance with me
She really wants to make us bleed
She's pretty sweet, I feel my beats
I kind of like her sympathy
Sometimes I think she's made for me
Reality, reality?
She wears a dress and so much stress
She's tired she seems expired
I should back off, but I won't
I like her (and I don't)
What does it mean, can you believe
That I like her (and I don't)?
♪
You don't want to move yourself
Even if the world is dead
You are too lazy
Roll the dice, you will see
Everything, everything
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
Here comes the eve to dance with me
She really wants to make us bleed
She's pretty sweet, I feel my beats
I kind of like her sympathy
Sometimes I think she's made for me
Reality, reality?
She wears a dress and so much stress
She's tired she seems expired
I should back off, but I won't
I like her (and I don't)
What does it mean, can you believe
That I like her (and I don't)?
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
Even if the world is dead
You are too lazy
Roll the dice and you will see
Everything around is burnt
You are too virsceral
Try to carry on, I've been thinking about all the matters
This is not the end, this is not the end at all
It's forbidden and wrong
What is going on in this world that I don't want to live in?
How am I supposed to love someone I don't know
Meanwhile, I'll sing this song
♪
Here comes the eve to dance with me
She really wants to make us bleed
She's pretty sweet, I feel my beats
I kind of like her sympathy
Sometimes I think she's made for me
Reality, reality?
She wears a dress and so much stress
She's tired she seems expired
I should back off, but I won't
I like her (and I don't)
What does it mean, can you believe
That I like her (and I don't)?
♪
You don't want to move yourself
Even if the world is dead
You are too lazy
Roll the dice, you will see
Everything, everything
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
Here comes the eve to dance with me
She really wants to make us bleed
She's pretty sweet, I feel my beats
I kind of like her sympathy
Sometimes I think she's made for me
Reality, reality?
She wears a dress and so much stress
She's tired she seems expired
I should back off, but I won't
I like her (and I don't)
What does it mean, can you believe
That I like her (and I don't)?
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
You are too virsceral (you are too visceral)
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