Youâre a centipede crawling down my spine,Youâre the evil world of the nursery rhyme,Youâre the drug in which I fly.Drag me under,Douse the tracks,Dressed in anger,Hit back, hit back, hit back.Youâre an open wound that was left to bleed,Youâre my only friend,Donât 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 thatâs mine,Youâre 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.Youâre an animal in an open cage,Youâre an orchestra in a manic phase,Youâre 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.