i don’t know where i’m coming from
and I don’t know where i stand
i’m not the one to play games with
even though people think i am

i could be the one who keeps the controller
and lead us to, open or closed, an end
wild and dark and cold as i might be
still not the right one, still not free

wild and dark and cold like the wind at sea
even when the sun shines, i’m still not free
there’s something bothering me on the inside
and i don’t know if it’s normal, i don’t know right

i just feel a little different from the bottom
and i’m wondering, i’m wondering all the time
i wish i could say my brain is one illusion
i wish i could say what i feel isn't real

but then i would lie, like all those liars
those who nothing but the nothing, feel

now and then **** makes me worried
but **** also tells me to calm down
i figured out everyone’s just a zombie
for each other, a zombie or a clown