Too many people here
I would rather be in the shadows
Please stop talking too much with me
Leave me standing in the void, and in the shallow
Of exist, and be

Your happiness is not something that I care
I don't want to look you in the eye
Because I feel me bare, and scared

Lower a little bit, your voice
Already has a lot of noise
It brings me doubt if a straight cut is a toy
From bleeding throat
I need to avoid, my feelings

I dreamed that I killed Jesus Christ
I hanged him in a butcher shop
Scalped like a lollipop
I laughed like a psycho cop
Just killing
I'm afraid of my feelings
Because I'm killing me