Don’t look me in the eye again.
Don’t look me in the eye again.
Your deep gaze is haunting me
like small footsteps through dark hallways
and I think I should go.
As your eyes turn black and they roll back,
tears of death roll down your cheeks
and my blood starts to feel cold.
Now I have this fear of growing close to you.
I fear my actions may provoke the deep dark unknown.
It is fatal to make you cry.
How? How did you do that?
I said, how? How did you do that?
I said, how? How did you do that?
I said, how? How did you do that?
As your eyes turn black and they roll back,
tears of death roll down your cheeks
and my blood starts to feel cold.