I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t know how to sleep, I forgot how to eat But I hail to the command All I ever wanted is just to know whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s up But when I try to fake it, I always fuck it up The basement is haunted, my heart palpitates Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m worried about something, my voodoo of the day It should be easy, but itâ"š¬â"ž¢s hard to give it up The way it used to be was just not happening enough Crocodile tears, six-packs of beer But no one knows Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m here (X3)