Just close your eyes now,
And stare right back at me.
You will get my disease.
So do you fell sick now?
About what is there to come.
Inject a serum of a broken soul.

10'000 knives I've got inside and I've got your heart in my sight,
They will egt you up in the shape of words, you've never felt this before.

Just open your eyes now,
It's dark and it's beautiful.
A vision of a brand new world.
The pictures becomes blurred.
Mortality isn't welcome here.
Sing me the song of tomorrow.

10'000 scream I've got inside, there is no place to run and hide,
They will get you in the shape of anything you'VE never felt.

You're running with scissors in you hands,
I hope you don't get trampled on the way.
You're talking with scissors in your mouth,
If you think you can walk on water, then you might just drown.

10'000 knives inside just to get you in the shape of words
So keep running… keep running with scissors…

You're running with scissors in you hands,
I hope you don't get trampled on the way.
You're talking with scissors in your mouth,
If you think you can walk on water, then you might just drown.