just walk away, just walk away slowly.   pay no mind to the things they are saying.   it rolls off our backs with a shrug.   they don't know what we're capable of.   what keeps us awake chasing sleep,   not counting but murdering sheep.      this makes for interesting dreams (I'm terrified to close my eyes).   I know how it sounds and it's worse than it seems (there's no relief from the inside of me).      there's a rage in me, but I try to go with the flow.   cuz you see, everyone knows, there's no basement in the alamo.      it's hard to get ahead,   when we've got this head and all of its bad ideas.   but it helps to sleep on blood stained sheets,   you'll just have to trust me on this one.   grinding teeth barely hid by a smile.   chemicals only work for a while.   still we sniff and we smoke our relief,   not resting but drowning in sleep.      there's a rage in me, but I try to go with the flow.   cuz you see, everyone knows, there's no basement in the alamo.      there's a rage in me, but I try to go with the flow.   cuz you see, everyone knows, there's no basement in...   (where the fuck it is)   there's no basement in the alamo...   fuck that shit!