Donīt drink me Iīm like turpentine
Make you blind, burn your insides
If I donīt know me then I donīt know you
Canīt figure out what Iīm supposed to do
I ainīt running away from my mind this time
I ainīt running away from my mind this time
Thereīs a killer in me and a killer in you
A little talent but a lot would do
If I donīt know me then I donīt know you
I donīt know why I do the things I do
I ainīt running away from my mind this time
I ainīt running away from my mind this time
I ainīt running away from my mind this time
I ainīt running away from my mind this time
Too stressed to eat, too tired to sleep
Alien to all you meet
Itīs the season of the witch, itīs the season of the spin
And nobody knows what state weīre in
Itīs the season of the witch, itīs the season of the spin
And nobody knows the trouble weīre in
Itīs the season of the witch, itīs the season of the spin
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