What’s Gotten Into You? Connor Quest!
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[Verse 1]
Shadow's shape doesn't match my frame
The window to my unholy past to stay
Lacerations I've no memory of
Went to recall last night, remembered that I forgot
[Pre-Chorus]
Send help, I've slipped away
Still me, but don't feel the same
And when sense of self vacates
Something must take its place
[Chorus]
There's a twisted side, it isn't me
Can't even recognise a mirror's image I see
What's gotten into you? Something's forcing me to move
Swеar I don't wanna hurt you, but I might
[Verse 2]
Got a feeling that I can't shake
Whispers shriek from a dark placе
See a door, but there's teeth in the archway
And a force that is peaking my heart rate
Left unchecked, this unstoppable growth
It spreads like moss on a cobblestone road
And it follows me home, an ominous omen, closet of bones
No one solving the problem, not even Watson and Holmes
Claws underneath the fingers like splinters
This former hindrance to my normal existence
Offensive sensor, so I'll smell the cinders
When the bell has tolled that call of dead ringers
Shadow's shape doesn't match my frame
The window to my unholy past to stay
Lacerations I've no memory of
Went to recall last night, remembered that I forgot
[Pre-Chorus]
Send help, I've slipped away
Still me, but don't feel the same
And when sense of self vacates
Something must take its place
[Chorus]
There's a twisted side, it isn't me
Can't even recognise a mirror's image I see
What's gotten into you? Something's forcing me to move
Swеar I don't wanna hurt you, but I might
[Verse 2]
Got a feeling that I can't shake
Whispers shriek from a dark placе
See a door, but there's teeth in the archway
And a force that is peaking my heart rate
Left unchecked, this unstoppable growth
It spreads like moss on a cobblestone road
And it follows me home, an ominous omen, closet of bones
No one solving the problem, not even Watson and Holmes
Claws underneath the fingers like splinters
This former hindrance to my normal existence
Offensive sensor, so I'll smell the cinders
When the bell has tolled that call of dead ringers
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