they say your life is like a yellow brick road-
mine's like a maze. is there some secret handshake that i do not know?
'cause i stop and ask for help and people tell me different ways. sometimes they're right
and sometimes they're wrong to me. well it's like a game
they're winning best of three. 'cause trickery's always triggering sirens in my head
in my head. and trickery's trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head
cloud my head. i'm like a homeless man caught in a storm
with no point to run for cover
as i stand motionless under the gray
this h2o invisible army infiltrates my brain. sometimes they're right
and sometimes they're wrong to me. well they're coming fast
they're only pickin' up speed. 'cause trickery's always triggering sirens in my head
in my head. and trickery's trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head
cloud my head. i wish i could discern the things i cannot see
or am i too concerned with finding clarity?
all these questions are killing me
and everyone tells me different things. sometimes they're right
and sometimes they're wrong. they're coming fast
they'll be here before too long. trickery's always triggering sirens in my head
trickery's trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head
cloud my head. trickery's always triggering sirens
trickery's trying to cover my eyes
trickery's always messin' with my head.