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Tearing hair from my head,

Pulling bones from my body,

You are making your brushes,

That is your hobby;

You are drawing the scenes

Where no one’s alive,

You are drawing the scenes

On the canvas of my life;

Ref.:

You come to me,

I clench my teeth,

You laugh at me,

You cannot miss;

I cannot wake,

I cannot fight,

The tormentor

Will come tonight;

You’re pulling out my nerves,

You’re listening to my scream;

You take your knife and carve

The symbols on my skin;

These symbols are the notes

Which organize a kind

Of melody that plays

In deepness of my mind;

Ref.

Outro:

You are too close,

No place to hide,

There’s no escape,

I loose my mind...