
Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Naomi… I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
The things I go through just to get high I have a disease that tells me I’m okay
I don’t need help
I’m the boss of me
Viva la Rebellion

Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Naomi… I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
The things I go through just to get high I have a disease that tells me I’m okay
I don’t need help
I’m the boss of me

Ready… Fire… AIM… Why do I miss again and again? I hit everything except for the mark And when it’s over I take it to heart I blame the sheeple Blame the law Blame the fool DAMN THE HOOPLA I’m surrounded by morons Oh hither be

Better known for the frown on your face You walk around like you don’t really give a hot damn Lost all your faith from standing on the wall

Down by the river
I see the sunflowers in the rain
And I can’t forgive that double rainbow
For finding me a dead end road again

There is no crying at the big kid table If you wanna act like a weeny whiny woo
You can go to the crying room

The Devil been tellin me lies again
That I’m such a fool
I’m better off dead
He follows me around everywhere that I go
Every move that I make
Every seed that I sow
He’s the rule I can’t break
The crux to my fall
The pill on my tongue
The hate in my gall
Everyday is a heartache
And it all ends the same
Like I’m trapped in a Matrix
Lost in a game
I try to do what’s right
But I keep hearing all that noise
The Devil captivates my ear
Telling lies to fill the void
He says that I’m not worthy
My life is such a shame
I’ll never be much brighter
than a matchbox in the rain
But he’ll be brokenhearted
When I make him out a fool
As the light that shines inside my heart
Sheds the grace of truth

The devil in my eyes
It took a long time to see what I fail to be with that
Devil in my soul
How could I know the heed in what I sow with that
Devil in my heart
I tripped into a valley of death to all I sought when that
Devil took my pride
He took it all
He beat me down
He praised my fall but that
Devil didn’t win
I stood before my God
I prayed for love
He blessed my heart
He cleansed my soul
He opened my eyes
And now
I see

How can someone who burns so hot be so cold? How can something that feels so right be so wrong? It’s like I’m lost in space and I can’t go home The further I drift The hotter I burn The colder it gets The more I yearn For something less painful than the stake in my back I can’t relax I can’t look at myself This can’t go on I’m still trying to make sense of it I can’t make amends to it

What will it take to stay outta my head? A guard standing watch over a barb-wired fence? Just my luck
There’s an alley not too far round the way I better come strapped with a flashlight and blade As shadows flicker by I feel more like a ghost
I keep drifting As I come to a fork in the road Pace back and forth
Bite my nails Beat that drum I keep playing that tape I don’t know where to turn I reach for the first thing to calm my nerves But the last thing I need is what happens in return So what will it take to stay outta my head? Both means to this story lead to the same end