I'm going out, dreaming with some other sleepwalkers
Babbling on and on about their minds and their own lives
With my eyes shut I wander off and find another place to hide
Away from all those things I'll never need
I'll trip on rotten roots and I'll sleep in puddles full of mud
And feed off all those fake luxuries too
Cause now I swear this life's too fair and everyone's got answers
But they lie in the hands of the rich and dumb
Ankle through my noose, leaving room for no one else
While I'm up here i'm fine and I'm alone
Orbiting my own rock and singing my own tunes
While I'm up here I'm fine and I'm alone
Now that I am out here with everybody else
I can finally act normal again
Even though not one thing's done since I've got up and left
A little something's good for a change
And through it all,not one thing that I found here is exciting I'm sorry for once being so clear
I'm covered now in thorns and sticks from all these pricks around me I'm worried I've still got lots to fear
Cause now that I'm the bad guy everything seems so much nicer till I realize that I'm done
Whatever it is you're thinking you're still wrong and I'll still tell you its nothing, nothings in return.
Ankle through my noose, leaving room for no one else
While I'm up here i'm fine and I'm alone
Orbiting my own rock and singing my own tunes
While I'm up here I'm fine and I'm alone
but please tell me where you put my brain
cause all this stranger shit is making me insane
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