Circus Of Dead Squirrels Nobody Quite Like Me
Twenty-five years somehow still alive
I got the will but not the strength to die
This gentle breeze makes me feel alright
If I could just hold on to the way that I feel tonight
Twenty-five years just to end like this
Searching for a cure that will never exist
Grown so tired of being stuck in this place
With these heartless hypocrites known as the human race
I spent my life sitting on the wall where I lost myself right before the fall
All the king's horses, all the king's men
Could never ever put me back together again
Everything I told myself a wonderful lie
Everything I promised disappeared in time
Walking in circles got me nowhere quick
I traded my soul for a fortune worth shit
Must be nice to be so unified
To have your little clicks and a place to hide
To pass your judgment on a creative mind
To work your nine to five retire and die
No tie around my neck
No thorns upon my head
No needle in my vein
Nobody quite like me
Light the candle say an amen
It could never ever put me back together again
Drank the wine I've heard the sermons
It could never ever put me back together again