Another starry night
I bet you look so lovely in his eyes
I know what’s in your head

I’m not gonna whine
No, I won’t play your fucking part this time
I know what’s in your head

I’m breaking off a peace of mind
I’m not waiting up to hear your dead voice on the line
I’m not crazy, no, I’m sick of hanging out to dry
I get my feet wet standing in a pile of your lies

I’m planning my escape
I’m not the one to underestimate
I know what’s in your head

So get it all on tape
The last gasp of an everloving hate
I know what’s in your head

There is nothing in your head that’s been worth the time I’ve spent
Disinterested, disintegrate, you’re dead!