christ, your head. whats it become?
while the whole worlds out having fun
im in a cloud, its pulling me down, breaking me down
im in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, its five degrees here
nobody sees, somebody please, save me
this is the sound of my miseryhead
choke on the taste of my miseryhead
dance to the words of my miseryhead
this is the sound of my miseryhead
im in a cloud, its pulling me down, breaking me down
turn around
whats that sound?
im in your head
i thought i heard him say, hed rather be dead, than
live life apart...were apart...were apart
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