Your hair looks like it's falling out. Left in the comb, it won't come off. Your head hangs low, your legs get weak. Leftovers on the tabletop. And I'm so stressed out, yeah.
Come on over the mountain. And I'll meet you at the other side. Come on over the mountain. And I'll meet you at the other side, yeah. . And if I saw you dancing.
Emotionless I slip in to the black. And there's no turning back now. Everyone around me smoking crack. This tunnel is blinding. Hallucinating I'm debating life.