Subconscious

Transparent shirt, paranoid mind Maybe it would be better if you couldn't forget Subconscious Pushing you through the verge You don't feel the danger Subconscious Pushing you through the verge You don't feel the danger Transparent shirt, now I know for sure I'm not the only one who tries Ambiguously change the line It smells like sin Not mine I'm glad Your unconscious hands Waiting for occasion It smells like smoke of a smoldering sweat, Of a burning steer that are more of a simulant that thoughts that I have Subconscious Pushing you through the verge You don't feel the danger Subconscious Pushing you through the verge You don't feel the danger