Sick Sense

Hairs on my neck
Standing up to say
Take another step and you'll be easy prey
It's those switchblade eyes
On empty face
Lonely I stand
With blood on my hands
She waits
For a taste

Don't give those lies
You're taking aim
Unconscious, I
Can't fake this
My terrified eyes
Are miles away
I'm running in blind

She got that
Sick sense
To know what's in my head
There's no denying, I can't sleep the same
Sick sense
So better you confess
There's no hiding
From her twisted game

She knows about my heart
Exactly where it's been
Though I tried so hard to keep it all unseen
My secrets unfold
Each one worse than you thought
You know just who I can be
Don't you get tired of walking my history
Can't you see

She got that
Sick sense
To know what's in my head
There's no denying, I can't sleep the same
Sick sense
So better you confess
There's no hiding
From her twisted game

(sold my soul, but not for gold
I did it for the feeling, that she's been dealing
Oh my god, so typical
I'm ready to believe in, her twisted game)

And I know I can't pretend
'Cause you're down at the deepest end
I tried my best to say
But my conscience it disobeyed

Don't give me 9 lives
They'll waste away
This final place
I'm caged in

Don't give me your love
It's all in vain
I'm running in blind

She got that
Sick sense
To know what's in my head
There's no denying, I can't sleep the same
Sick sense
So better you confess
There's no hiding
From her twisted game

(sold my soul, but not for gold
I did it for the feeling, that she's been dealing
Oh my god, so typical
I'm ready to believe in, her twisted game)



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Scott, Joseph Arnold, Thomas Stuart Llewelyn Leach
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