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