En, två, tre, en, två, tre
The psycho's in charge
The good behind bars
The evil me works
To cover their marks
I'm back in the field
Where nothing is real
To live and take pills
So ghosts don't get real
It's all the same
When I make my way back
Some things don't change
We forget how to write
Friends turn to foes
Summer turns to snow
Highs turn to low
It's all the same when you know
Peace
