Behind Closed Doors - Project Wyze



Welcome to my wonderful world of pain and agony

Let me introduce myself my name is tragedy

The kind that sneaks into your bedroom late at night

The kind that makes an airplane crash while its in flight

Im the type of stress thatll make your heart skip a beat

The type that left you hungry and homeless on the street

The kind that makes you spin like CD ROM

I took the life from your body till your spirit is gone

Im the type that turns your fantasies to bad dreams

Im the type to turn ideas into deadly schemes

Im the kind that caused you pain until you blacked out

Im the last thing you saw before you passed out



[Chorus]

Bang, bang

Now

Tell me what you need

Tell me how you feel when I take away your dreams

Bang, bang

Now

What you looking for

Im that one standing behind closed doors

Bang, bang

Now



Im that monster that hides under your bed

Im the type that causes voices inside of your head

Im the kind of storm that left your crew seasick

Im the kind that made your girlfriend bulimic

Im the type that makes you cross enemy lines

The type to bring weapons to the kids of Israel and Palestine

The type to bring your Ouija board to life

The kind of panic that happens during a bank heist

Im the type of tragedy that you cant hide from

Im the type of pain and torture you could die from

The kind of stranger that peaks over your fence

Last thing you saw before I took your innocence



[Chorus (2X)]



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