Fog Rolls In

I'm turnin' blank pages on a blurry white line As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry And he's sippin' sangria on the temple of wine I'm surrounded by the naked men who undressed his lies I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head Now I've trapped myself in the room of sorrow As my blood starts to sweat and my brain starts to wallow And I'm standin' in a room only covered with needles And I've died a thousand times and never once lived normal I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head I know it's in my head (I'm turnin' blank pages on a blurry white line) I know it's in my head I know it's in my head (As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry) I know it's in my head I know it's in my head (And he's sippin' sangria on the temple of wine) I know it's in my head I know it's in my head (I'm surrounded by the naked men who undressed his lies) I know it's in my head