If I knew you,
you weren't who I thought you were,
Maybe I could be cured,
Of who I thought I was.
It's a disease.
Diseased part of a masterpiece
A brain that's always breaking,
breaking down.
breaking down.
The chasms calls,
step closer to me girl
drown inside my world
its easier to fall.
Step closer girl
Lose sight of words
it's far easier to fall
My hands,
My hands are cold
My blood is blue
and my mind is old.