Secret Hell — текст песни (deus)

Hey I know there`s more to this
But I bought you a newspaper every Sunday
At the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpane
We sang three blind mice together:
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Who went in across the farmer`s house
You know well, just never tell
If someone`s got a secret hell
Now you, you should be breakin` me
Sometimes I lose my head, I don`t know nothing
You, you should be breaking me
Instead you let me hide behind your back
What goes around, will come back down
Can someone get it out of town
I`m in this state, kinda late
But tell me, don`t it look just great?
You, you should be haunting me
Some drift get twisted before I even touch `em
You should be scaring me
But 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?