Psychosemantics

So calculated, you're a master of spin

Even your words are serrated, worse than a scalpel to skin

I've been drawn in, just like moth to a flame

Into your circus of psychosis, and I'll do it again

Ice Cold, and it shows, and

God knows, I came close

I didn't need it

But I can feel it

Cut through that voodoo

That's why I'm telling you

Step back from the fire

It's getting higher and higher

Save me, from me

I just need a little time

Outside, to breath

So that I can clear my mind

Get me out of this

Why'd you get me into this?

I've been here for so long

I need to know, I have to see to believe

And when it backfires I find that you had cards up your sleeve

Pistols at dawn yet I see you sleeping late

And there's a foe round every corner, troubles lying in wait

Fools Gold, oversold and

God knows I came close

I didn't need it

But I can feel it

Cut through that voodoo That's why I'm telling you

Step back from the fire

It's getting higher and higher

Save me, from me

I just need a little time

Outside, to breath

So that I can clear my mind

Get me out of this

Why'd you get me into this?

I've been here for so long

Save me, from me

I just need a little time

Outside, to breath

So that I can clear my mind

Get me out of this

Why'd you get me into this?

I've been here for so long