Don t drink me I m like turpentine
Make you blindburn your insides
If I don t know me then I don t know you
Can t figure out what I m supposed to do

I ain t running away from my mind this time
I ain t running away from my mind this time

There s a killer in me and a killer in you
A little talent but a lot would do
If I don t know me then I don t know you
I don t know why I do the things I do

I ain t running away from my mind this time
I ain t running away from my mind this time
I ain t running away from my mind this time
I ain t running away from my mind this time

Too stressed to eattoo tired to sleep
Alien to all you meet

It s the season of the witchit s the season of the spin
And nobody knows what state we re in
It s the season of the witchit s the season of the spin
And nobody knows the trouble we re in
It s the season of the witchit s the season of the spin

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