E-7
We turn away from your back now
We light up your home, light up your home now
Just in case you didn't understand, I'm watching you
Over this window I see you standing, I'm feeling you
Run away from your doorbell, I hear your steps aloud
Set your mind on fire now
Paper scissors are tearing, your rocks apart
It's just a game for a crawling man
Now you are that far away
I see your melting face, I see your melting face
Trading bread only for the dead ones
You fucked that enough
Run away from your doorbell, I hear your steps aloud
Set your home on fire now
Paper scissors are tearing, your rocks apart
It's just a game for a crawling man