Someone said: Be strange, then you’ll live like a man in modern age
I think I’m just lost in the time
Certain things you shouldn’t heal
It’s hard to block what you feel
When you’re almost losing your mind

When can I leave this town?
Can I count the days?
‘Cause outside home, there won’t be hope
At least it’s better than waiting in vain
Waiting for a cure to the blues
Of the one with the pencil in his hand

So that’s the question, right?
‘Cause my mind has chased answers
And it can’t find out why
I blame the night

‘Cause in my thoughts there’s a litany
Desire and misery
Things might not be what you want
A dreamer, a cunt