En, två, tre, en, två, tre
The psychos in charge
The good behind bars
The evil me works
To cover their marks
Im back in the field
Where nothing is real
To live and take pills
So ghosts dont get real
Its all the same
When I make my way back
Some things dont change
We forget how to write
Friends turn to foes
Summer turns to snow
Eyes turn to know
Its all the same when you know
Peace