Hush
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear, do you feel what I feel?
Stop.
I feel you in my brain,
I feel your hands around, my soul is stolen again.

When I'm in the spell
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell the incense blooming, consuming my loss.
Сut the cords, I'm not your puppet anymore.
And I'll find the spell.

Fool.
Don't play with magics black,
That cunning stuff will push you to the front and stab you in the back.
Fool.
I may have lost my mind,
But when the [bad word] around it's yours you'll have to find.

When I'm in the spell
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell the incense blooming, consuming my loss.
Сut the cords, I'm not your puppet anymore.
And I'll find the spell.

If you bend down, lower your hand,
Save your soul, close the page, walk away...

When I'm in the spell
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell the incense blooming, consuming my loss.
Oh, cut the cords, 'cause I'm not your puppet anymore.
And I'll find the spell.
And I'll find the spell.