Promoe
Headache
Thinking's a headache - that's why we avoid it
Thought reveals truth, and the pain of the facts
Thinking's; ache - that's why we avoid it
Reach for my hand, and I'll give you my soul

Man i-m running through life with blinders
Avoiding the signs that are yelling out loud and clear
That my time is runnin out quicker, though I'm clone
With the liqour and I'm young and my ticker's still
Strong - it ain't long till I'm gone with a flicker
My whole race is gone sicker dna molecular structure
Like pieces of puzzles that ain't fitting my muscles
Degenerated, my semen's sedated from stress and toxic
Waste my whole being's mutated (my soul)
Don't even mention my soul it's been gone for so long
I'm feeling like a black hole
I lost my religion, and lost touch with my inner self
Being consumed by the flames of a sinner's hell
Stumblin around in a state of mass (confusion)
And I see no solution (confusion)
But to turn up the music to soothe this (pain that I'm
Feeling)

Thinking's a headache - that's why we avoid it
Thought reveals truth, and the pain of the facts
Thinking's; ache - that's why we avoid it
Reach for my hand, and I'll give you my soul