Scream Club, Mirah, Katastrophe - Dead Wrong lyrics

You might be headstrong
But baby you're dead wrong
And I'm only saying this to you 'cause
I can see through you
And I don't like what's going on

When I undress for the evening
Depression sets in
I've been digging this hole they
Can bury me in 'Cause each step that I take
I move farther away
From the things that I loved when
I loved all the things in
The world is going to hell in a hand basket
They're pounding these last few
Nails into my casket
I'm getting involved with grasping at straws
And crying out loud but no one hears the call

Maybe they do, maybe I'm blind losing my mind
Because it seems I forgot how
To have a good time
With my bad attitude and the way I behave
It's no wonder that no one
Has come to save me

You might be headstrong
But baby you're dead wrong
And I'm only saying this to you 'cause
I can see through you
And I don't like what's going on
(What's going on, What's going on)

I can't complain
Complacently coasting the middle ground
Abound with ghosts and ghouls
And boasting fools
Tryna post these rules like I
Don't know what time
When i bust a line that's so fine I
Get a speeding fine for reading minds

And reading time to stay on my side
High five, still alive despite all tries
Still fight to cry
I'm gonna bite this line in
The ass and pass it
On down the line so the town is fine
And I'm the big hero with
The sense of purpose

On this earth's surface
Waiting to serve this from
Birth till the grave
For something that's worth a good save
So I should just cave, join the rest, confess
Get it off my chest
Feel blessed, less stressed
Too depressed to deprive
My survival instincts

Ensconced in response and delay
DK relay races and I pace with faces chasing
Bad tastes from sad places
Plotted out for wasted lives, nice wives
Nice houses, mean men spouses
Spouting cleric clockwork

But, I'm just another jerk that
Doesn't speak the language
I just languish in anguish with
The pain that's incurable
I strain to stay durable
Trying to stay afloat fashion myself a
Boat out of washed up bottles

No message, no hope, just guesses
Can't cope, just vessels of veins complain
Restrain i can't go on, it must be wrong
My trust is gone (My trust is gone)
And i'm just as strong as
A mountain or a molehill

With no skill to scrape my
Cape up beneath the building, god willing
I'm still in hot water that I set to boil
And I'm the one bad apple
That spoiled the bunch
I grapple with what foiled my hunch
Hungry for humanity, how can it be
Misery loves company, so won't you please
Jump with me?

You might be headstrong
But baby you're dead wrong
And I'm only saying this to you 'cause
I can see through you
And I don't like what's going on
(What's going on, What's going on
What's going on) what's going on

Some people call it a fear of flying
But, it's not my sex drive that I am denying
I wonder how it is that I
Can cry so many tears
And have so few of them
Be about my real fears

To me emotions are a four letter word
Like a four year old girl who
Is seen and not heard
I keep them locked up in a waterproof box
With an industrial strength padlock
Sitting on top

And what I need now is the right combination
To live in the moment with no hesitation
I left you long ago but now I want you back
So I'm jumping my own train
And getting on track

You might be headstrong
But baby you're dead wrong
And I'm only saying this to you 'cause
I can see through you
And I don't like what's going on