[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

[Verse 2]
Advised by 035
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 (x2)