How’s it taste? the barrel of your gun?
And is it true the other side has way more fun?
So I’ll dress up, in these clothes that barely fit
Til I’m fed up, with all of it
The migraines in my brain are driving me crazy
The sirens in my head are driving me crazy
Cause no one wants to feel so surrounded
By all the things that make them, uncomfortable
So I’ll dress up, in these clothes that barely fit
Til I’m fed up, with all of it
The migraines in my brain are driving me crazy
The sirens in my hеad are driving me crazy