Morbid Symmetry کے بول

What is done behind closed doors Never seems to be what the audience adores In the public eye but living a double life What you thought was not a reason why Fame and misfortune and it's all coming at its price Misery is on the rise You can disagree But i guarantee Morbid symmetry Can't see straight, loosing focus Ruining himself but doesn't even notice Oblivious to the world around him keeping friends at bay Self-contained death machine Fame and misfortune and it's all coming at its price Misery is on the rise You can disagree But i guarantee Morbid symmetry Fueled by fascination Hook, line, and sinker Bitter and resentful, taking them down deeper Half-crazed now rocking back and forth Difficult to rebuild your house in the middle of a storm