Secret Hell Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Running across the farmer's house 

You know well just never tell 

If someone's got a secret hell 

Now you, you should be breaking me 

Sometimes I lose my head 

I don't know nothing 

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? 

Im 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?