Текст: Poison Idea. Pick Your King. In My Headache.

Im looking for a cure, but where I'm standing,
It looks like another one, nothing but bad things,
Nothing but emptiness, a hit and run life wont take you nowhere,
Nothing but bad dreams, a screaming image running around,
Don't ask me again cause you know what I said,
It hurts, in my headache, in my headache,
I tell it to go away, but it plans to stay,
I don't want to play dead, it hurts,
My headache, my head, in my headache it fucking hurts,
And everybody's fucking everyone else,
Cut themselves scar their feelings put on a shelf,
Then look in the mirror, see your reflection, but can you see yourself,
In your head you hear, a screaming image running around