The Mess - Chaos on Head lyrics

-intro- I got Chaos on Head, on head, on head, on head Too much Chaos on Head, on head, on head I got too much Chaos on Head On head, on head..(echo) -Verse 1- Walking in the block straight midnight Floundering and the place's quiet Nobody else in that's alive Casting an eye at the graveyard Wondering if the cold meat's asleep In the six feet deep and scripts On the headstones disappeared coz they'e over the hill Will they raise up again will it be a thriller night You've been told before though That the spot was a long red load of People gore after being hanged to the oaks And the necks isolated with machetes ain't no Van Gogh draw While you're starring at the fabled show Don't really matter if you damp your drawers Coz the last tale made you pant comme Bolt Vigorous, you can taste the heartlash go cold You wanna run away but you boggle Coz you'll be characterized by the covert ghoul That will never sit and lull til you soul pulled Now you think again the situation ain't floral at all When you gotta go then you gotta go, point cross It's me alone with the flying dust, hobo No options, heigh's hight to jump out the fear skin Seems everything's going straight sod's law You flip a little bit the photo to left As you observe a house colored drab With the gate locked by the rust covered chains Scratching itself like they calling for help Yet tonight you still that audacious man Coz the shivering wind is frosting the veins Getting near to the den with crossed hands As you closer a voice say "Come in" -Chorus- Where you're going, you're still in my scenery There's no place in the world you can hide from me Play my game, you won't puzzle out another way If you skulk, the cemetery's waiting eagerly Can't escape, there will be all the scare and pain Quivering's better than having frozen veins Don't you dare let your heart sink and disbelieve Or look up coz you got, Too much Chaos on Head On head, on head, on head Too much Chaos on Head, on head, on head I got too much Chaos on Head -verse 2- It's like it was some kind of bat meeting That you cut off soon as stepped not coveted In their cryptic asylums they retreated It gives the feeling it wasn't that phat greeting Don't you mistake me, ain't no man bleeding Half body tiredly on the mat creeping Escaping from a zombie, entirely, unorthodox A freaking shocking lack of meaning, demons Watching you from the antique jars, in disguise Behind the busts, you don't even got an answer for The curtain calls, it ain't for applause Nor from the grammy dolls Now it isn't no more, candy bars, hershey bars Is it, baby shush, let me suggest an advise for the moment Maybe all you need to got is dashing nuts You start to familiarise following the yellow Fire of oil lamps til finding the salon Where the furnuture was under white sheets That is the best hiding for the devil You don't want to wake by running back to ghetto Or to inhale that will drive an echo No time for truculence, no room for resentment While you're in the puzzlment try to live on Your field of sight is stretched to a darkened Large armchair and wood heater in front of it You fastened the jacket that was unbu*toned And went ahead that thing now stuttering babblement Your cells were chattering bodements They're so troubled wondering who on it When you check, a bony dabbed your bu*tress You turn around and see a sickle coming opalescent -Chorus- Where you're going, you're still in my scenery There's no place in the world you can hide from me Play my game, you won't puzzle out another way If you skulk, the cemetery's waiting eagerly Can't escape, there will be all the scare and pain Quivering's better than having frozen veins Don't you dare let your heart sink and disbelieve Or look up coz you got, Too much Chaos on Head