christ, your head. what's it become?

while the whole world's out having fun



i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down



i'm in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, it's five degrees here

nobody sees, somebody please, save me



this is the sound of my miseryhead

choke on the taste of my miseryhead

dance to the words of my miseryhead

this is the sound of my miseryhead



i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down



turn around

what's that sound?

i'm in your head

i thought i heard him say, he'd rather be dead, than

live life apart...we're apart...we're apart



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