Project Wyze Behind Closed Doors Lyrics

Welcome to my wonderful world of pain and agony
Let me introduce myself my name is tragedy
The kind that sneaks into your bedroom late at night
The kind that makes an airplane crash while its in flight
Im the type of stress thatll make your heart skip a beat
The type that left you hungry and homeless on the street
The kind that makes you spin like CD ROM
I took the life from your body till your spirit is gone
Im the type that turns your fantasies to bad dreams
Im the type to turn ideas into deadly schemes
Im the kind that caused you pain until you blacked out
Im the last thing you saw before you passed out

[Chorus]
Bang, bang
Now
Tell me what you need
Tell me how you feel when I take away your dreams
Bang, bang
Now
What you looking for
Im that one standing behind closed doors
Bang, bang
Now

Im that monster that hides under your bed
Im the type that causes voices inside of your head
Im the kind of storm that left your crew seasick
Im the kind that made your girlfriend bulimic
Im the type that makes you cross enemy lines
The type to bring weapons to the kids of Israel and Palestine
The type to bring your Ouija board to life
The kind of panic that happens during a bank heist
Im the type of tragedy that you cant hide from
Im the type of pain and torture you could die from
The kind of stranger that peaks over your fence
Last thing you saw before I took your innocence

[Chorus (2X)]