Word is that you want me
Word is that you hunt me
Word is that you're making me all you need
I heard it through a friend of mine
Heard it through the end of time
You're making your stars align, oohh
Something got you thinking
Something got you drinking
Something got you rambling, oohh
Was it the humanity?
Was it your own vanity?
Was it the zensanity? Oohh
Will you ever know, know?
Is it gonna show, show?
Am I gonna be your placebo?
Yes you're gonna know, know
It is gonna blow
I'm a claymore ready to go
So you lost your mind
So you got all blinded
So you're all rewinded, oohh
Pick up every part
Name all of your scars
Trying from the start again, oohh
I could be your holy grail
I could be your fairytaile
I could be your holy grail
I could be your white whale
Livin' in reverse
Could it be a curse?
It wouldn't help to feed you the whole universe
Come on get inside
My hurricane eye
I'm a claymore saving your life