7 min reading
Lacuna Coil - When A Dead Man Walks
Paranoia
In which I think that I'm not confident
Blood into my hands, blood into my hands,
Blood in to my hands I can't deny
A buzz into my ears that makes me mad
But I don't look back
While I'm waiting to die
I don't look back
In a weird lullaby
I'll carry on
And the hope in my heart is dry ...
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