| Riding with the head full of bodies of red
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| And what I said still stuck in my head
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| But mis-led thinking the things I do
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| Would make you never wanna come back
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| But an on-front attack
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| So you could never run from that
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| Being trapped in this beau
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| Some that I never wanted to do
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| But through it all you’ve got to see
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| That where I want to be
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| Is over the pen again
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| Letting it out of me
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| In the center of the day
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| In a dream
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| Seeing all my thoughts
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| Getting lost in between
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| Realizing one
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| Not the way that it seems
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| And the killing and the killer with a head full of screams
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| I wanna live in another place
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| Where no one can say that I live for them
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| (start seeing its not meant to be)
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| I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
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| A place for my head
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| And when it all starts
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| We’re gonna be crushed
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| When it all falls apart
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| Knowing no matter how low
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| Hoping that you won’t know
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| The strain it puts to me, seeing what you’ve done
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| And consequently I’ve run away, just hidden again
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| Within the boundaries of an anguish
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| Don’t Want me to say this
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| But you’re dragging me down
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| Lost in the chaos
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| Being tossed around
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| Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
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| Hope that some day you’ll regret this
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| Everything’s the wrong place, the wrong time
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| Adding to the panic in my confine
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| You
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| Try to take the best of me
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| Stay away
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| You
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| Try to take the best of me
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| Go away!
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| Shut… up…why |