My head is my key
They want to hurt me, put me in a box
They will desert me, put me behind locks
They will not understand, that I'm ever so wise
They will let go of my hand, cause they cant see through my eyes
I'm creating a masterpiece, it's sad you can't see
I do it for myself, and for every reflection of me
What does it matter if I'm locked up, my head is my key
I don't give a fuck about what in my cup, I'll drink it like it's tea
They will desert me, put me behind locks
They will not understand, that I'm ever so wise
They will let go of my hand, cause they cant see through my eyes
I'm creating a masterpiece, it's sad you can't see
I do it for myself, and for every reflection of me
What does it matter if I'm locked up, my head is my key
I don't give a fuck about what in my cup, I'll drink it like it's tea
I've been betrayed by my own intelligence
It's set up riddles in everythings absence
I am sure this isnt existence
Cause I'm to tense, since I lost sense
I might be the maker, creator, or artist
But why cant I figure out where my heart is
Is it in high, low, middle or elsewhere
I cant ask for answers cause, why would you care
It's set up riddles in everythings absence
I am sure this isnt existence
Cause I'm to tense, since I lost sense
I might be the maker, creator, or artist
But why cant I figure out where my heart is
Is it in high, low, middle or elsewhere
I cant ask for answers cause, why would you care
