En, två, tre, en, två, tre

The psycho's in charge
The good behind bars
The evil me works
To cover their marks

I'm back in the field
Where nothing is real
To live and take pills
So ghosts don't get real

It's all the same
When I make my way back
Some things don't change
We forget how to write
Friends turn to foes

Summer turns to snow
Eyes turn to know
It's all the same when you know
Peace