Traverse this solitary wasteland Florescent lights always at hand It seems this only leads to sadness Not the madness of a band
People call me crazy I think they overstep their bounds They say my future's hazy From the edge I hear get down
Get down Get down Get down Get down
My instincts have always been true Follow my heart it lead to you My methods may not be tradition But they're also not sedition
People call me crazy I think they overstep their bounds They say my future's hazy From the edge I hear get down
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