Youre a centipede crawling down my spine,
Youre the evil world of the nursery rhyme,
Youre the drug in which I fly.

Drag me under,
Douse the tracks,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back.

Youre an open wound that was left to bleed,
Youre my only friend,
Dont be cruel to me,
I smash the looking glass against my head,
Let my senses burn as my body bled,
We are immigrants in a fractured time,
Found the pieces of a life thats mine,
Youre all I fear that I might find.

Drag me under,
Douse the track,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Youre an animal in an open cage,
Youre an orchestra in a manic phase,
Youre the dream in which I die.

Drag me under,
Douse the track,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back.

Drag me under,
Douse the track,
Dressed in anger,
Hit back, hit back, hit back,
Hit back, hit back, hit back.