Текст песни
He walks in
Dust on his collar
Eyes like sin
Name in the hallway
Scratched into lockers
Carved in tin
Tolyadar
Rumors in the stairwell
Travel far
They say he smiles
Right before he tears your world apart
Is it thrill
Is it fear
When you feel him drawing near
Every heartbeat
Spelling out the same thing here
Tolyadar of the Real Psycho Madness
When he laughs
The sky pulls back
Every shadow turns to blackness
He’s the storm
You can’t outrun that
Tolyadar of the Real Psycho Madness
Crowd goes quiet when he stands
Every whisper blooms in panic
He’s the rumor taking form in your hands
Cold floor
Locker room echo
Slammed steel doors
He hums your secrets
Like he’s heard them all before
Dice roll
He likes to push you
Lose control
Bent halo
Glowing at the edges of his soul
Is it fate
Is it choice
When you hear that velvet voice
Saying softly
“I can break you
Or anoint”
Step to the edge
He says
“All your gods are in your head”
Crowds around you
Bloom then fade
Choirs rising
Brass like blades
He drinks your doubt
He wears your blame
He twists the floor
He bends your name
You wanted change
He brought a plague
