You`re a centipede crawling down my spine,
You`re the evil world of the nursery rhyme,
You`re the drug in which I fly.
Drag me under,
Douse the tracks,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back.
You`re an open wound that was left to bleed,
You`re my only friend,
Don`t be cruel to me,
I smash the looking glass against my head,
Let my senses burn as my body bled,
We are immigrants in a fractured time,
Found the pieces of a life that`s mine,
You`re all I fear that I might find.
Drag me under,
Douse the track,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
You`re an animal in an open cage,
You`re an orchestra in a manic phase,
You`re the dream in which I die.
Drag me under,
Douse the track,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back.