Waking up dead, inside of my head
Would never, never do, there is no med
No medicine to take
I’ve had a chance to be insane
Asylum from the falling rain 
I’ve had a chance to break

It’s so bad, it’s got to be good
Mysterious girl misunderstood
Dressed like a wedding cake
Any other day and I might play 
funeral march for Bonnie Bray
Why try [bad word] away?

Slow [bad word] before my forest,
Look like it's on today
Slow [bad word]  it's so euphoric,
No matter what they say

I know a girl, she worked in a store
She knew not what her life was for
She barely knew her name
They tried to tell her she would never be 
As happy as a girl in a magazine
She bought it with her pay

Slow [bad word] before my forest,
Look like it's on today
Slow [bad word]  it's so euphoric,
No matter what they say

Everyone has so much to say
They talk, talk, talk their lives away
Don’t even hesitate
Walking on down to the burial ground
It’s a very old dance with a merry old sound
Looks like its on today

Slow [bad word] before my forest,
Look like it's on today
Slow [bad word]  it's so euphoric,
No matter what they say

Slow [bad word] before my forest,
Look like it's on today
Slow [bad word]  it's so euphoric,
No matter what they say.