The feeling's I'm describing, they're messing up my mind,
The words that flutter in my brain just hate to leave, goodbye,
The hole inside my head it is just growing all the time,
And all the while i just am talking...
Listen to me you don't stop talking, shouting, crying, laughing, walking.
Get the attention all the time, it's turing into crime.
Your friends they laugh and jeer at me,
they snigger and point, wont let me free,
they shout and sing and bully me,
Oh i just want to cry,
It really should become a crime...
So...
Set me free and let me out, it is my turn to jeer and shout,
You have to let my monster out,
But I just have one more doubt,
'cos you will not let me out...
So now you know
The feeling that i have described,
they've ruined and emptied my mind,
they can't stop calling out to me...
YOUR DEAD
