I can't slip my skin

I'm full of dust

I'm chemically imbalanced

I'm cancer

Bad astrology's the answer

If I were a child again

I'd be holy and not insane

I've got the tear

I can't get out of the void into the light

Out of the void into the light

I'm scarecrow man

I'm made of rags and straw

I'm paranoid

I can't see or feel or speak

I lust hang

I'm so tired I can't sleep

I'm so hungry I can't eat

I've got the fear

I can't get out of the void into the light

Out of the void into the light