Flying in the dust

The dust of white remnants

Sliced upon a mirror

The thick smoke frees me

Yet chokes my charcoaled lungs

Im sifting the white remnants

Upon my 5 X 5 mirror

*I dont have an excuse

So I`ll blame it on

The junkies in my head

Junkies in my head

Junkies in my head

Its all their fault

You know its true

The junkies in my head

Are gonna get you too

Smiling on my compulsion

Feeding my anarchy

Junkies in my head

They took over me

And they`ll get you too

Junkies in my head

They`ll catch you too

Junkies in my head*

Im spilling vodka down my throat

Holding the needle up to my skin

Im fighting against a monster

That knows I have no chance

I see my own reflection

In my crack filtered mirror

Pale complexion, bloodshot eyes

I cant seem to remeber myself

*I dont have an excuse

So I`ll blame it on

The junkies in my head

Junkies in my head

Junkies in my head

Its all their fault

You know its true

The junkies in my head

Are gonna get you too

Smiling on my compulsion

Feeding my anarchy

Junkies in my head

They took over me

And they`ll get you too

Junkies in my head

They`ll catch you too

Junkies in my head*

Im taking the razor blade

And I hold it upon my arm

There seems to be an excuse

I somehow must have missed

Im slicing my demons

Truthfully, Im letting them win

I can see everyone now

They smile when they get the news

*I dont have an excuse

So I`ll blame it on

The junkies in my head

Junkies in my head

Junkies in my head

Its all their fault

You know its true

The junkies in my head

Are gonna get you too

Smiling on my compulsion

Feeding my anarchy

Junkies in my head

They took over me

And they`ll get you too

Junkies in my head

They`ll catch you too

Junkies in my head*

Copyright 2001 Tina Wisniowska