we paint white roses red, each shade from a different person's head

This dream, dream is a killer, getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.

I'm peeling the skin of my face, cause I really hate being safe.

The normals, they make me afraid.

the crazy, they make me fell sane

I'm mad, baby I'm mad, the craziest friend, that you'd ever had~

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Over the bend, entirely bonkers

You think I'm best, when I'm off my knockers~

Tell you a secret I'm not alarmed