Hush
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear, do you feel what I feel?
Stop.
I feel you in my brain,
I feel your hands around, my soul is stolen again.
When I'm in the spell
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell the incense blooming, consuming my lungs.
Сut the cords, I'm not your puppet anymore.
And I'll fight the spell.
Fool.
Don't play with magics black,
That cunning stuff will push you to the front and stab you in the back.
Fool.
I may have lost my mind,
But when the karma comes around it's yours you'll have to find.
When I'm in the spell
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell the incense blooming, consuming my lungs.
Сut the cords, I'm not your puppet anymore.
And I'll fight the spell.
If you back down, lower your hand,
Save your soul, close the page, walk away…
When I'm in the spell
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell the incense blooming, consuming my lungs.
Oh, cut the cords, 'cause I'm not your puppet anymore.
And I'll find the spell.