State trading, cringing aside, I'm serious

Dig into the eyes of a murderer

How they tick inside with no evil in their eye

Much to your surprise we are similar

Got that same lean of the heart

It's beating much the same

Much too much the same

I'm serious, so serious

Are you scared that I'll become stuck, inside the eye?

Take time to feel like you're good enough

No time to feel like you're giving up

Can you feel? Can you feel?

He was in the upstairs bedroom

Painting on the walls with his

Heart in his hands and the colours changed

Much the same

She was at a downtown venue

Putting all her hard-earned money down the drain

Just to cover up

All her pain, much the same

Are you scared that I'll become stuck, inside the eye?

Take time to feel like you're good enough

No time to feel like you're giving up

Can you feel? Can you feel?

Take time to feel like you're good enough

No time to feel like you're giving up

Can you feel? Can you feel?

The kind of mind that kills for love

The kind of love you're dreaming of

The kind of mind that kills for love

The kind of love you're dreaming of

Take time to feel like you're good enough

No time to feel like you're giving up

Can you feel? Can you feel?

Take time to feel like you're good enough

No time to feel like you're giving up

Can you feel? Can you feel?

Can you feel? Can you feel?