3 acessos
You've got me, you've got me under the microscope.
You've got me, you've got me right where you want me to be.
This morning, I noticed a feeling I can't explain.
Like someone was watching, inspecting every move I made.
Every word is analyzed, I'm running out of alibis.
Proceed with your examination.
You infinitely calculate, and label it Exhibit A.
I can't stop your imagination.
I've walked into your trap, now you've got me under glass.
You've got me, you've got me under the microscope.
You've got me, you've got me right where you want me to be.
I'm under inspection by your suspicious eyes.
You adjust the lens and the scenery is magnified.
Everything I ever did is part of your experiment.
Why would you stop now? Breaking every science rule, splitting every molecule.
This has to end now.
I've walked into your trap, now you've got me under glass.
You've got me, you've got me under the microscope.
You've got me, you've got me right where you want me to be.
When you look my way (no joke) I choke.
Time and time again
that's what happens when you're under the microscope
I've walked into your trap, now you've got me under glass.
You've got me, you've got me under the microscope.
You've got me, you've got me right where you want me to be