Secret Hell lyrics
by Deus



Hey I know there's more to thisBut I bought you a newspaper every SundayAt the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpaneWe sang three blind mice together:"Three blind mice, three blind miceWho went in across the farmer's house"You know well, just never tellIf someone's got a secret hellNow you, you should be breakin' meSometimes I lose my head, I don't know nothingYou, you should be breaking meInstead you let me hide behind your backWhat goes around, will come back downCan someone get it out of townI'm in this state, kinda lateBut tell me, don't it look just great?You, you should be haunting meSome drift get twisted before I even touch 'emYou should be scaring meBut don't I only scare myself?So don't I only scare myself, so don't I only scare myself?So don't I only scare myself, so don't I only scare myself?So don't I only scare myself?