Album: Human Conditions (2002)





Don't drink me I'm like turpentine

Make you blind, burn your insides

If I don't know me then I don't know you

Can't figure out what I'm supposed to do



I ain't running away from my mind this time

I ain't running away from my mind this time



There's a killer in me and a killer in you

A little talent but a lot would do

If I don't know me then I don't know you

I don't know why I do the things I do



I ain't running away from my mind this time

I ain't running away from my mind this time

I ain't running away from my mind this time

I ain't running away from my mind this time



Too stressed to eat, too tired to sleep

Alien to all you meet



It's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin

And nobody knows what state we're in

It's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin

And nobody knows the trouble we're in

It's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin