Letras
The grass looks green, the sky is blue
It's all too good to be true
You've been here before, praying for jamais vu
Instead of liberation, you get asphyxiation
And heart palpitations, this just begs the question
What is wrong with me?
What's to dread?
You're far from dead
It's inside your head
You cry out Jesus' name before you reach the end of the game
Because you seemed to forget that this is just a cruel joke
Are you kidding me?
I'm really not gonna die?
Not today? Tomorrow maybe...OK
What's to dread?
You're far from dead
It's inside your head
What's to dread?
You're far from dead
It's all inside your
Head