| Last night in my room I turned off the lights and locked the door
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| Just thinking how my life could be better
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| If I had done, if chose, if I had walked on different ways
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| In my dispersion time, I thought I saw something
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| A kind of shade moving like a person shape
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| I couldn’t see if it was a woman or a man
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| And so it asked if I wanted to see my yesterday
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| The most important moments, and most tragic days
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| His voice was so charming and so electrifying
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| I wanted to answer, but just could not
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| Felt like my body froze
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| And my lips did not move
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| To form a word
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| Then he began to change his form
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| That metamorphosis was scary and amazing
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| He simply stretched in all directions
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| Covering everything with a terrible cloak of shadows
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| I wanted to scream loud, the fear was growing
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| He said «yes your soul is mine» I felt angry and whispered «no»
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| He disappeared like a light wind but he has lived in my dreams
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| Since that day saying that he wants my soul for him
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| His voice was so charming and so electrifying
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| Calling me to the underworld, to carry my own cross |
| But I wanted to run cause that tormented my soul
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| And I can’t make a move
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get the fuck out, out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| No-ooh |