En, två, tre, en, två, tre

The psycho's in charge, the good behind bars
The evil me works, to cover their marks
I'm back in the field where nothing is real
To live and take pills, so ghosts don't get real
It's all the same when I make my way back
Some things don't change
We forget how to write
Friends turn to foes
Summer turns to snow
Eyes turn to know
It's all it's favourite, you know
Peace