Running Away

Don't drink me I'm like turpentineMake you blind, burn your insidesIf I don't know me then I don't know youCan't figure out what I'm supposed to doI ain't running away from my mind this timeI ain't running away from my mind this timeThere's a killer in me and a killer in youA little talent but a lot would doIf I don't know me then I don't know youI don't know why I do the things I doI ain't running away from my mind this timeI ain't running away from my mind this timeI ain't running away from my mind this timeI ain't running away from my mind this timeToo stressed to eat, too tired to sleepAlien to all you meetIt's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spinAnd nobody knows what state we're inIt's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spinAnd nobody knows the trouble we're inIt's the season of the witch, it's the season of the spin