Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alo-oh-own
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 Sundays are my suicide days,
I don't know why they always seem so dismal,
Thunderstorms, clouds, 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 examinant that's represented best by my depressing,
Thoughts, I do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock,
It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead,
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.
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.
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 difficulta beasta feasting on burnt down trees,
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait,
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead,
And how it is a door that holds back contents,
That make Pandora's Box contents look nonviolent,
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
My mind's shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could,
Find, I did not know it was such a violent island,
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions,
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin,
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win,
I begin to a**emble what weapons I can find,
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.
And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain or 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.
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 that we've made it this far, kid.
We've made it this far.. we've made it this..
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alo-oh-own
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 Sundays are my suicide days,
I don't know why they always seem so dismal,
Thunderstorms, clouds, 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 examinant that's represented best by my depressing,
Thoughts, I do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock,
It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead,
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.
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.
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 difficulta beasta feasting on burnt down trees,
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait,
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead,
And how it is a door that holds back contents,
That make Pandora's Box contents look nonviolent,
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
My mind's shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could,
Find, I did not know it was such a violent island,
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions,
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin,
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win,
I begin to a**emble what weapons I can find,
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind.
And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain or 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.
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 that we've made it this far, kid.
We've made it this far.. we've made it this..