With the lilacs in the alleyway I share bit of thought Persecuted for my habits And I tie my twisted knots There's a beauty in the ugliness Of company alone 'Cause in some of us this way Is all we've known Some must walk the walk Ashamed of all the choices they have made They must feel a horrid desolance To never feel the shade But the monarch doesn't really care The sprig on which it lands It just knows to avoid the weaker strands Well the wrong way's All just inside your head! When you cast your debate You will see! That you're not alone, imprisoned And your're fucking far from dead! All you gotta do is believe! Well the wrong way's All just inside your head! When you cast your debate You will see! That you're not alone, imprisoned And your're fucking far from dead! All you gotta do is believe! Well the wrong way's All just inside your head! When you cast your debate You will see! That you're not alone, imprisoned And your're fucking far from dead! All you gotta do is believe!