All of my thoughts are from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost (x4)
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost (x4)
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost (x4)
Don't be afraid lille vän of violence
I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you.
Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind
I'm just poisoning you a little
With my gloom
There's far too much light and noise
It happens to be not so nice
I must nod
I must shatter
I must diffuse
This fractured consciousness
This soft abuse
The identity I composed out of terror has become oppressive now
I must (deny) defy (defeat) this dark assignment
I'm over it now
I'm so over it now
Don't be afraid lille vän of violence
I'm only poisoning you, not gonna shoot you.
Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind
I'm just poisoning you a little
Every day
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