[Intro]
Can you really tell?
It should be easy, passing
But yet, it's like walking through mud
nightmarehouse
[Verse 1: KANEDA7]
Color fleeting from eyes under flashing lights
A thawed corpse peppered with the morning dew of wintertime
A sullen call in the woods from a voice you thought was dead
The sound of a door open, you look to find it closed
I feel like a lamb, slowly rotting in the shed
Tunneling under my skin to my bedrock bones
Do you feel the blood rushing to your nose?
Bursted blood vessels in your eye in a foreign home
The theatrics for care are melodramatic
I see vomit and cum leaking from the door to the attic
[Chorus: KANEDA7]
Hedonism galore, purple legs scratched up and sore
How much longer can they laugh pretending they don't ignore?
Whole body feels strange
Popping in the chest, sudden pain
The feeling as its coldness travels from your eye into your brain
The look on your eyes, fawning
The beheaded's reply is dusk
A most horrible feeling dawning
The means in your hand, they cheer, "This will be your victory"
A lump in your throat crawling
Your flesh sprawled all over the floor
Bile mixed tears from hours of bawling
The sharp key to the door, this will be your victory
Can you really tell?
It should be easy, passing
But yet, it's like walking through mud
nightmarehouse
[Verse 1: KANEDA7]
Color fleeting from eyes under flashing lights
A thawed corpse peppered with the morning dew of wintertime
A sullen call in the woods from a voice you thought was dead
The sound of a door open, you look to find it closed
I feel like a lamb, slowly rotting in the shed
Tunneling under my skin to my bedrock bones
Do you feel the blood rushing to your nose?
Bursted blood vessels in your eye in a foreign home
The theatrics for care are melodramatic
I see vomit and cum leaking from the door to the attic
[Chorus: KANEDA7]
Hedonism galore, purple legs scratched up and sore
How much longer can they laugh pretending they don't ignore?
Whole body feels strange
Popping in the chest, sudden pain
The feeling as its coldness travels from your eye into your brain
The look on your eyes, fawning
The beheaded's reply is dusk
A most horrible feeling dawning
The means in your hand, they cheer, "This will be your victory"
A lump in your throat crawling
Your flesh sprawled all over the floor
Bile mixed tears from hours of bawling
The sharp key to the door, this will be your victory
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