Feeling like I'm coming up from poisoned muck that sticks like crazy
Daises me malaisees
Feeling like a rubber duck that floats on the surface of fragmented portraits, and other crazy
Doors that open to my past and pride
Open to the scars upon my hide, open to the messages that leave me
Shaking with cold dread
I'm a little bit crazy, yes I am
A little bit out of my mind
A little bit crazy, yes I am
But that's okay 'cause I don't mind
My scars, they leave when I forget about 'em
About 'em
When I forget
I, I, I, I, I
Leave behind reminiscence
I, I, I, I, I
Pick a side to do my healing
Pick a side, and close the door when you're done
Get a ride to the other side, and you've won
Flying high, and you'll never have to run
'Cause your demons will kill you
Faster than a loaded gun
That's the kind of face you can't take, yea
That's the kind of race you can't play, yea
Those are the type of thoughts that'll rot you right down to your core, so...
I'm a little bit crazy, yes I am
A little bit out of my mind
A little bit crazy, yes I am
But that's okay 'cause I don't mind
My scars, they leave when I forget about 'em
About 'em
When I forget
(Get)
(Get)
(Get)
(Get)
I, I, I, I, I
Leave behind reminiscence
I, I, I, I, I
Pick a side to do my healing
I, I, I, I, I
Leave behind reminiscence
I, I, I, I, I
Pick a side to do my healing