Music: Josi Macknowsky
(Gri- Gri- Grip of reality, Ba- Baby, I don't know what to do)
(Tell me that it wasn't true)
(Tell me that it wasn't you, it wasn't you)
Locked up in my room, baby, I'm a popstar
Who the **** is you? **** me in my foreign car
Feelin' like a zombie, baby, can you let me?
I love it when you're messy, I love it when you're messy
Slit my wrists and ****in' watch the blood spill
It's a psycho nightmare, I just have the urge to kill
Come in like a nightmare, baby, I don't mean to scare
I wanna eat your ****in brains, a demon with a mental tear
My grip of reality, baby, I don't know what to do
Tell me that it wasn't true
Tell me that it wasn't you, it wasn't you
Locked up in my room, baby, I'm a popstar
Who the **** is you? **** me in my foreign car
Feelin' like a zombie, baby, can you let me?
I love it when you're messy, I love it when you're messy
Slit my wrists and ****in' watch the blood spill
It's a psycho nightmare, I just have the urge to kill
Come in like a nightmare, baby, I don't mean to scare
I wanna eat your ****in brains, a demon with a mental tear