Don t drink me I m like turpentine
Make you blind, burn 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 eat, too tired to sleep
Alien to all you meet
It s the season of the witch, it s the season of the spin
And nobody knows what state we re in
It s the season of the witch, it s the season of the spin
And nobody knows the trouble we re in
It s the season of the witch, it s the season of the spin

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