Voice is shakey, fuse is short
I hide beneath my pillow fort
The voice gets deeper, louder if you may
Im safe for now, no time to play
the moments pass and the time is near
its almost over, its a calming fear
The voice is soft, a relaxing vibe
A calming voice, a loving bribe
I know the monster deep within
I can count about your every sin
Theres things you do I cant explain
The things you do, it gives me pain
i hide in terror i have no say
A fights been given, i have to pay
tempers are risen, control is gone
and soon as it starts it doesnt take long
the damage is done, the emotional bit
crimes been succeeded with a fatal hit
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Voice is shakey, fuse is short
I hide beneath my pillow fort
The voice gets deeper, louder if you may
Im safe for now, no time to play
the moments pass and the time is near
its almost over, its a calming fear
The voice is soft, a relaxing vibe
A calming voice, a loving bribe
I know the monster deep within
I can count about your every sin
Theres things you do I cant explain
The things you do, it gives me pain
i hide in terror i have no say
A fights been given, i have to pay
tempers are risen, control is gone
and soon as it starts it doesnt take long
the damage is done, the emotional bit
crimes been succeeded with a fatal hit
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