Death Is Not A Parallel Move

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host

Now I feel just like a ghost (x4)

Don't be afraid lille vän of violence

I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you.

Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind

I'm just poisoning you a little

With my gloom

This far too much like a noise

It happens to be not so nice

I must nod

I must shatter

I must diffuse

This fractured consciousness

This soft abuse

The identity I composed out of terror

has become oppressive now

I must defy (defeat) this dark assignment

I'm over it now

I'm so over it now

Don't be afraid lille vän of violence

I'm only poisoning you, not gonna shoot you.

Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind

I'm just poisoning you a little

Every day