Lletres: Iron Butterfly. Ball. Filled With Fear.

I know that the end of my mind is so near
My mind is just churning and burning with fear

Oh, why did I in-a-vite it here?
Oh God, why did I in-a-vite it here?

Why did I in-a-vite it here?
Oh God, why did I in-a-vite it here?