I get this problem in my head with no solution and my troubled mind wants me dead   Some they may hate me some are friends I got no time to kill and fuck around and sit in my shit      Where do I begin   Something's got to give      It's a lie, or the truth?   Protect us from our youth   It's a sign, what to do?   I should get away, get away from you      I'm trying to find out who I am with no illustions and my color-coated canvas is all red   I want to know just how it ends I want to know because   I never want to wind up here again      Mother Mary I am dying, it fucking hurts and I don't want to wind up dead   My heart bleeds I can't stop crying I'm out of words, locked up in the prison in my head   I got this problem in my head with no solution and my troulbed mind wants me dead      Imminent fucking bail out!!!