iPromise - Bettie Serveert

Who could tell, I love a pale complexion

The buzz that I could use a wrong direction

And you promised not to promise me

A world of hot Mythology, if so

It’s just the brain

Into the veins

And all the fake realities

And all the stupid jealousies

And all the false apologies that came

It’s just the brain, in the brain

Into the veins, in the veins

Drunk on the blood of the Saints

It’s just the brain

You know, a blister could do this gal a favour

Lust can turn into immoral behaviour

And I promise not to promise you

A Social Anhedonia, to boot

It’s just the brain

Into the veins

And all the fake realities

And all the stupid jealousies

And all the false apologies that came

'I promise' doesn’t mean a thing

If you don’t believe in anything

7 different daggers in my mind

And you’re damaged by the ones you can’t let go

Tell me something else that I don’t know

Something I don’t know

It just the brain, into the veins