Riding with a head full of buckets are red
And when this x is still stuck in my head
But misled doing the things I do
Would make you never [bad word] back
But an all front attack,
So you could [bad word] from that
Being trapped in this beau,
Some that I never wanted to do
But through it all you've got to see
That what I want to be
Is over the pen again
Letting it out of me
In the center of the day
In a dream
Seeing all my thoughts,
Getting lost in between,
Realizing one
Not the way that it seems
And the killing, and the killer with a head full of screams

I wanna live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
(still I see it’s not meant to be for me)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
place for my head

We're gonna be [bad word] 
When it all falls apart
Going in the hollow,
Hoping that you won't know
The strain it puts to me, seeing what you've done
And consequently [bad word] away, just hitting again
Within the boundaries of an anguish
Want me to say this,
But you're dragging me down
Lost in the chaos
Being tossed around

Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine

Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine

I wanna live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
(still I see it’s not meant to be for me)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
place for my head

You
Try to take the best of me
Go away

You
Try to take the best of me
Go away

You
Try to take the best of me
Go away

You
Try to take the best of me
GO AWAY

You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away
You
Try to take the best of me, go away

I wanna live in another place
Where no one can say that I live for them
(still I see it’s not meant to be for me)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
place for my head

Shut... Up... Why...

Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you'll regret this
Everything's the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic in my confine

Singing again to myself, a head full of hectic
Hope that some day you’ll regret this
Everything’s the wrong place, the wrong time
Adding to the panic of mine, I’m going blind...