segunda-feira, outubro 15, 2007

Haunted Room




"Why?" is the million dollar question

They're coming
I can hear them whispering on the walls
They're spying me, everywhere
Watching my moves and listening to my phone calls

And my neighbour knows my thoughts
I can hear myself inside her head
They're all talking about me
They're all talking about me

Why?... Why?...
Why?... Why?...
Why?!

I can feel it in the way they look at me
The way they gaze like there's no one else in the world but only me
I think they've put a microchip below my skin
I haven't find it yet but I suspect it's in my shin
They're stalking me
They're stalking me

And the voices they rule the world
You got to run away or they'll catch you too
The voices rule the world
The hypnotic voices of your inner ghoul

Why?... Why?...
Why?... Why?...
Why?!