My body is the laboratory of this sinister scientist, he's the cook of the magic brews and potions that makes my thoughts hurt. He carries out those experiments that makes my thoughts like angry needles, wanting to get out of my head.This is indeed a strange song but on the otherhand I'm a strange boy. He performs his wicked art in my senses, painting a questionmark on every thought. I'm afraid. What scares me is to see me blaming noone when I'm guilty.
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