Terror in double, trying to know another Will I change swiftly or just get too comfortable? Harsh light, obscura By the bed and in my own arms I hold on to my double Great twin, great terror I'm sick of fearing everything Great twin, great terror I always glamourise the end If I dream then I won't dream 'bout here, in a lonely sense of being Oh can I make a new land without the chaos in minds? Harsh light, obscura By the bed and in my own arms I hold on to my double Great twin, great terror I'm sick of fearing everything Great twin, great terror I always glamourise the end Great twin, great terror I'm sick of fearing everything Great twin, great terror I always glamourise the end Great twin, great terror I'm sick of fearing everything Great twin, great terror I always glamourise the end