Now he's alive, while he sees he knows
he don't need a word from this f*cking tease,
he just needs some space and a lot of trees,
a place to sleep, place to breathe.
Cruising out of third and strapped to the mountain side,
reaching for the sun, it tells him something's right.
Come into my mind where I can't feel you.
The cat is in my head and I'm f*cking wide awake.
Image in the sky tells me I'm not alive,
smashing suns and you smashing out his brains,
come into my mind where I can't feel you.
The cat is in my head and I'm f*cking wide awake.
I win, I win, I win.
It sure gets lonely at the top, sure feels weird, you're falling out.
It sure gets lonely at the top.
I win, I win.