Running Away

Don't drink me I'm like turpentine Make you blind, burn your insides If I don't know me then I don't know you Can't figure out what I'm supposed to do I ain't running away from my mind this time I ain't running away from my mind this time There's a killer in me and a killer in you A little talent but a lot would do If I don't know me then I don't know you I don't know why I do the things I do I ain't running away from my mind this time I ain't running away from my mind this time I ain't running away from my mind this time I ain't running away from my mind this time Too stressed to eat, too tired to sleep, alien to all you meet It's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin And nobody knows what state we're in It's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin And nobody knows the trouble we're in It's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin