There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves   Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve   With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline   His freckled skin hides an angry side    And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive      Flat out motionless a statue growing mold   Around me rotates a world with no control      The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot   What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls   And therein lies a home   He stumbles the streets alone   Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own      Motionless a statue growing mold   Around me rotates a world with no control   I know, I'll never make it by myself    But he believes, he believes in one more swing      Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed   Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive   I'll pack my bags and run away    I'll run away, I'll run away   Out run the axe another day   I'll pack my bags and run away   I'll run away, I'll run away