Am I the only one I know? Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat Shadows will scream that I'm alone But I know we've made it this far, kid (great song)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
I am not as fine as I seem pardon
Me for yelling I'm telling you green gardens
Are not what's growing in my psyche
It's a different me
A difficult to be, stop feasting lumber down trees
Freeze frame
Please let me paint a mental picture portrait
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Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead Deny what is important, holds back contents That make Pandora's box contents look non-violent Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
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My mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Bullet tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me blood running down their chin
And they know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind
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Am I the only one I know? Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat Shadows will scream that I'm alone But I know we've made it this far, kid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
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And I will say that, "We should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made"
The game is not played alone
And I will say that, "We should take a moment and hold it
And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone"
And I will say that, "We should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made"
The game is not played alone
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And I will say that, "We should take a moment and hold it And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone"
Am I the only one I know?
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
I-I-I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up down and sideways
Thank God it's Friday
'Cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sunday's are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, cloud, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless
Test being tested by a ruthless examiner
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writers block
My writer just hates the clock
It will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead