Not Close Enough کے بول

you are showing conformism's pale colours to me I have blood on my eyes I watch you through you want to enter my blackened life Will I let your own perversity grow inside of me? I hear my crows whispering I feel my crows whispering to me the smell of the words you say is old the smell of the words you say... unbelievable the smell of your words is full of hostility I just can ignore in your eyes, I see lies dancing on ice I'm not to enter your viscious circle I'm not to enter your viscious circle I will never chase the blood from my eyes cause you're not close enough to steal my breath