Iron clad lou

Now he's alive, while he sees he knows
he don't need a word from this fuc*** tease,
he just needs some space and a lot of trees,
a place to sleep, place to breathe.
Cruising out of third and strapped to the mountain side,
reaching for the sun, it tells him something's right.
come into my mind where i can't feel you.
the cat is in my head and i'm fuc*** wide awake.
Image in the sky tells me i'm not alive,
smashing suns and you smashing out his brains,
come into my mind where i can't feel you.
the cat is in my head and i'm fuc*** wide awake.
I win, i win, i win.
it sure gets lonely at the top, sure feels weird, you're falling out.
it sure gets lonely at the top.
i win, i win.