| It shoots from the hip and it hurts
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| It keeps me awake like a curse
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| I toss and turn and hate my mind
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| My mind, wants to crucify me
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| Kick back and watch me bleed
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| I take a pill to get some relief
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| It’s the only way I know to unwind
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| Oh I can’t believe —
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| It feels like I’m losing my mind
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| It feels like I’m losing my mind
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| My mind, my psychiatrist said:
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| «It doesn’t feel at home in your head
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| You better learn to get some rest
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| You’re only gonna' make yourself worse.»
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| I sing 'cos it keeps things simple
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| A language of signs and symbols
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| I analyze each scar and wrinkle
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| Anything to keep myself blind
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| Otherwise I find —
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| It feels like I’m losing my mind
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| It feels like I’m losing my mind
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| Come on…
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| Come on…
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| My mind, full of fantasy
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| I drown in my lust and my greed
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| The world the way I want it to be
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| I don’t believe I’m one of a kind
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| There must be someone like me —
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| It feels like I’m losing my mind
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| It feels like I’m losing my mind… |