I get this problem in my head with no solution and my troubled mind wants me deadnSome they may hate me some are friends I got no time to kill and fuck around and sit in my shitnnWhere do I beginnSomething's got to givennIt's a lie, or the truth?nProtect us from our youthnIt's a sign, what to do?nI should get away, get away from younnI'm trying to find out who I am with no illusions and my color-coated canvas is all rednI want to know just how it ends I want to know becausenI never want to wind up here againnnMother Mary I am dying, it fucking hurts and I don't want to wind up deadnMy heart bleeds I can't stop crying I'm out of words, locked up in the prison in my headnI got this problem in my head with no solution and my troubled mind wants me deadnnImminent fucking bail out!