Zay Albums

The line of fact and fiction's blurring
to the point that you can't even tell
What is real? What is false? What is anything at all?
My favorite kind of living Hell

Now you see me, now you don't
now I'm in your head
Complicated superstitions
hanging by a thread

There's nothing wrong with a bit of traumatizing
Small pinch of fear shouldn't be that paralyzing
Unless I feel like it should be

I'd ask to tell me all his secrets
so I'd never come to disappoint
Pull his teeth, prick his eyes, and make sure that he's alive
or maybe rip out all his joints

None will listen, none will care
no one will believe
Keep these moments locked inside you
till the day you grieve

There's nothing wrong with a bit of traumatizing
Small pinch of fear shouldn't be that paralyzing

I'm not what you call your average kind of scary
No need to yell, it's all imaginary
Unless I feel it shouldn't be...

...Oh, OK.