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 you own vanity?
Was it the zensanity? oohh

Will you ever know, know?
Is it gonna show, show?
Am I gonna be you 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 you fairytaile
I could be your holy grail
I could be you 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