(Verse 1)
Well what's behind this door
It's an old musical score
Though it are not my affaires
Well let's go down these stairs
I hear a very weird song
Going in there might be wrong
And it is not what we think
It's blood not berry dye ink

(Chorus)
It's a bad composition
Demanding for completion
It will try to control you
As it did with other victims too

(Verse 2)
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Can this really save my life?
You should use it as a map
But that's certainly a trap
And if you do not resist
Then you will cut your own wrist
You might finish it perhaps
Go on until you collapse
(Chorus)
It's a bad composition
Demanding for completion
It will try to control you
As it did with other victims too

It's a bad composition
Demanding for completion
It will try to control you
As it did with other victims too