ビバハピ (Viva Happy)

"Not What He Seems" is a song by English darkwave band, Nightwave. It is recorded on October 6, 1999.

Lyrics
(Hey!)

Living in the coffin, all alone. The headaches, the murder, the pain. All that you got was reading a book to me. Control me like a voodoo doll. You make me feel like I'm sick. My pale skin as white as a ghost. And my hair as black as ebony.

Tragedy, tragedy. All of the misery I get. The loneliness is all I need. Something that will make me stronger. I'm power hungry. Power hungry. Nothing left to be found. That's because I'm back from the dead To witness my own death

Well, I'm not dead (da da da) I'm pretending to be dead (yeah, whatever) And I don't think I'm laying down In my own coffin bed

I'm not dead (I don't care) I'm laying down on the ground That kind of bed is not my deathbed Something as hard as rocks

I rattle chains and moan Like a ghost haunting somebody I will rather be strange more than usual. So go on, make your screenshots. Take all of your pointless photos. That's because I am the gloom Your heart is as clear as the crystals

If I were a villain, I caught you running scared You're just a damsel in distress I will get you so scared (right now) For the blood inside me, if you are the only one I'm the vampire who wants To drink all of your blood

Well, I'm not dead (da da da) I'm pretending to be dead (yeah, whatever) And I don't think I'm laying down In my own coffin bed

I'm not dead (I don't care) I'm laying down on the ground That kind of bed is not my deathbed Something as hard as rocks

The heart is clear as crystals The crystals as dark as the skies 12:00AM in the midnight I rather stay up never sleep I'm the nocturnal one I'm the strange one I'm the weird one Strange and unusual Cruel and uncanny Bringing my power Secrets revealing Never trust me. I'm not a stalker (I'm very lonely) I'm your true love (Haunting me) I'm feeling haunted (Haunted, haunted) I'm going under (And stay with me)

Well, I'm not dead (da da da) I'm pretending to be dead (yeah, whatever) And I don't think I'm laying down In my own coffin bed

I'm not dead (I don't care) I'm laying down on the ground That kind of bed is not my deathbed Something as hard as rocks