"Lyrics"
You'll make it, I won't let you die.
Our bodies are prisons for our souls, our skin and blood the iron bars of
confinement, but fear not, all flesh decays; death turns all to ash.
I can't feel my face, I can't feel my eyes, but I can feel my disguise. x2
Something's wrong, I don't know what it is, but I can't talk to anybody about
it, and I figured I could talk to you. You always used to listen, you know?
I'm going to hell, that's as straight as I can put it, and don't tell me that
I'm crazy, 'cause I know I'm not.
They're comin' after me.
Who is?
They've been following me, they're comin' out of the walls, I can't trust
anybody. I don't know who they are, or... or what they are but they're gonna
get me and I'm scared. I'm so scared I-I can't do anything.
Don't worry.
Something's wrong.
I don't know what it is.
I can't talk to anybody, I can't trust anybody.
Don't tell me that I'm crazy.
Souls.
They've been following me.
They're comin' after me.
They're comin' out of the walls.
And I'm scared.
I'm so scared I-I can't do anything.
I can't trust anybody.
Don't tell me that I'm crazy.
They're comin' after me.
But fear not.
They're comin' out of the walls.
Prisons.
I'm going to hell.
That's as straight as I can put it.
And thus, death frees every soul.
I can't feel my face, I can't feel my eyes, but I can feel my disguise. x2
Don't worry, we'll be alright.
Instruments:
Percussion: Electronic drum loop, additional kick, snare , various atmospheric percussion.
Stringed: Cello, violin, electric bass, electric guitar.
Other: Lead synths, glockenspiel, synth stab, altered cymbals, vocal samples.
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