Searching for perfection is a mad man's game
be prepared to lose it all
trying to ****** a muse into my brain
when inspiration stalls
my thoughts are running free
they often overwhelm me
all I can hear's my own self critique
and it's starting a mutiny
and now...
It's Anarchy between my ears
Fighting for control by I am overcome with fear
Joyous sadness, well-composed madness, I hold my sorrows dear
'cause it's Anarchy between my ears
Now you're at the stake and the mob is going wild
you realize that you're alone
You did this to yourself- its in your head you crazy child
only you can cut the rope
my thoughts are running free
they often overwhelm me
all I can hear's my own self critique
and its starting a mutiny
and now....
It's anarchy between my ears
Looking for some answers but I know I won't find them here
sleepless nights, pointless fights, I don't think I can steer
because its Anarchy between my ears
It's anarchy between my ears
hanging by a thread and yes I know the end is near
I won't let go, I refuse to take 'no' it's been this way for years...
It's Anarchy Between My Ears
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC