I'm sick of feeding my soul
 to people who'll never know
 just how purposeless and empty they've grown.
 Because their language confuses
 like computers refuse
 to understand how I'm feeling today.
 
 I'm freezing.
 And losing my way.
 I don't need another map of your head.
 I am freezing.
 And losing my way.
 I don't need another map of your head.
 
 I saw a liquid control.
 That gives life to us all.
 I hit my head on it
 and woke up to know.
 That I was all alone.
 Wearing just socks and a phone.
 Someone screaming like their world might explode.
 
 Yeah. I'm freezing.
 And losing my way.
 I don't need another map of your head.
 I'm freezing 
 and losing my way.
 I don't want another map of your head.
 
 Freeeeezing.
 And losing my way.
 I don't want another map of your head.
 I'm freeeeezing.
 And losing my way.
 I don't need another map of your head.