Blue eyes, staring passed me.
Your light, gleaming through me.
Chained between, mattress and sheets.
Is it what it seems?
Glass tears, breaking your false mirrors, breaking all your lies dear.
Is it exactly what it seems?
“I got a knife, I'm standing over you while you're sleeping, and you don't know it yet, but I'm going to kill you, slowly.”
Is it what it seems?
My crocodile cries rivers to me.
In the night, peering right over me.
Sharp knives, like murder device- is exactly what it seems.
If I ever leave, he will kill what's left of me.
“I can't believe I'm here, chained to this bed. I can't believe...(whispering)...”
Is it what it seems?
Glass tears, breaking your false mirrors, breaking all your lies dear.
Is it exactly what it seems?
Is it exactly what it seems?
My crocodile cries rivers to me.
In the night, peering right over me.
Sharp like knives, like murder device- is it what it seems.
If I ever try to leave, he'll come after me.
“Love is just a tool...”
He'll come after me.
Is it what it seems?
Glass tears, breaking your false mirrors, breaking all your lies dear.
Is this exactly what it seems?
Glass tears, breaking your false mirrors, breaking all your lies dear.
I fear this is exactly what it seems.