There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves

Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve

With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline

His freckled skin hides an angry side 

And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive


Flat out motionless a statue growing mold

Around me rotates a world with no control


The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot

What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls

And therein lies a home

He stumbles the streets alone

Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own


Motionless a statue growing mold

Around me rotates a world with no control

I know, I'll never make it by myself 

But he believes, he believes in one more swing


Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed

Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive

I'll pack my bags and run away 

I'll run away, I'll run away

Out run the axe another day

I'll pack my bags and run away

I'll run away, I'll run away