MY OWN WONDERLAND

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Head Full of Ghosts

 Your head is full of ghosts... and Im the one getting haunted...



I stand around at american weddings
I stand around for family
At my best when I’m terrorist inside
At my best when it’s all me

I was there when they took all the people
I was alone in a mental revine
You breathe life when you break the walls down
You breathe life when you set me free

Where is my head
Where are my bones
Why are my days so far from home?
Where is my head
Where are my bones
Can you save me from myself?

Free thinking renegade social
Missed the moon, the man and now
In a slip stream of my poseferities?
I got the boat so we don’t drown

These are the days that are split down the middle
No words to calm me down
Be sure that what you dream of
Won’t come to hunt you out

Where is my head?
Where are my bones?
Why are my days so far from home?
Ghost man
Where is my head
Where are my bones
How come we get so lost?
Ghost man
Where is my head
Where are my bones
Can you save me from myself?
Can you save me from myself?

I stand around at american weddings
I stand around for family
At my best when I’m terrorist inside
At my best when it’s all me

Ghost man
How come we get so lost?
Ghost man

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