the transmission to put an end to the nomad years Father, you are the dead god in me Father, you are the dead god in me Aey
the Zicam and Zyrtec How you gonna fight man when y'all resemble Smurfette? Stretch your neck till your head meets your ass I'll beat your dad dead now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all, New York City Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world The other night, nigga
and I we fell apart Why can't you make up your, make up your mind? Why can't you make up your, make up your mind? Shut your mouth Burn your bridges
I feel my time is slipping away Every minute gone by seems like a day I'll never get back the things I lost along the way What the hell is wrong with
looks great, everybody but [Chorus] Nobody knows what's inside my head Inside my head, you're all dead! Nobody knows what's inside my head Inside my head, I wish you were dead
head You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead Chorus (2x) Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead This life is like
know how things sometimes feel You can run but you can get no further than Three city blocks from where you began Caught in a wasted state of mind Here
dementia Lobotomy! Labyrinth of the mind / State of dementia Insanity! Psychotic lunatic, Serial killer number one, Left no choice to the state, Except to correct your warped mind
I'll never put my trust in you No more heroes, no promise of something new It's over now, there's no more damage that you can do You're dead to me because
gave me all those sweet hope lies I look back I just can't help to realise CHORUS Never gonna read my mind Never gonna let it down CHORUS Never gonna read my mind
I don't mind, no I don't mind Just stay close by like all the time 'Cause either I bleed dry or keep this thorn in my side But I don't mind On all fours
I clutched at the broken strings As you let go of me And in my darkest hour I never thought you'd set me free And now that you've gone beyond You think
Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Look at that
Call me....... oohoohhoooohhhoooohohhooo Dis code red, if u black, we need green, know what I'm sayin? Michael Jordan, Oprah Winfrey, hit me, hit me
chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love, let's have a good conversation Time for some mind sex Before we make love Yeah, what you know about mind
dead You kept on taking your time Until it was certain I couldn't survive Judas remained, you turned and fled You left me for dead And it didn't trouble your mind
It seems I got the wrong directions Lost my way so long ago And the poison Still flows through my veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me