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Theres a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves
Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve
With every hack at synaptic gaps, theres another to the hairline
His freckled skin hides an angry side
And even though he wants me dead Id kill myself to keep him alive
Flat out motionless a statue growing mold
Around me rotates a world with no control
The forest of my childhood nows a filthy parking lot
What isnt asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And therein lies a home
He stumbles the streets alone
Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own
Motionless a statue growing mold
Around me rotates a world with no control
I know, Ill never make it by myself
But he believes, he believes in one more swing
Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed
Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive
Ill pack my bags and run away
Ill run away, Ill run away
Out run the axe another day
Ill pack my bags and run away
Ill run away, Ill run away