I'm doin' time in the prison of mind Dropped inside of the woes I declined Can't decide if it's heaven or hell All alone with reflection of self Like who is who in the game of roulette? I'm searchin' ash for my caustic prayer I try my luck, I lie from the run From everybody that I've hated to love, and they think I'm doin' fine When these waters turn to wine in this hell of mine ♪
No one knows what I do for a fix Not in control of the curtains within For I am me who is he when he sins Back to Shikon with the cutest of grims They call me cold, but I'm warm to the touch In and out of trust with the person I love I copy you, I copy me when I'm out So shut the door, don't let the heat out of the house And they think I'm doing fine But I can't just stop, declined in this hell of mine And how am I? "How am I?" They ask How am I? You could say I'm doing fine But truth be told, yet truth be told I'm two pounds short of a ten-pound ticket I'm parked on yellows with a high V spirit Double on the blow of a 20s vision I'm low-blowed told the lanes are closed To a parking fine for the time I've blown And they all talkin' and as the bitters turn to wine I'm slippin' out of time 'cause I'm burning on the inside And the wall's too hot to climb And you think I'm doing fine But I'm mangled by design in this hell of mine Oh, you think I'm doin' fine But I'm goin' out of mind in this hell of mine In this hell of mine In this hell of mine