they say your life is like a yellow brick road
that's nice mine's like a maze
Is there some secret handshake that I do not know
'cause i stop and ask for help
and people tell me different ways

sometimes they're right
and sometimes they're wrong to me
it's like a game, they're winning, best of three

'cause trickery's always
triggering sirens in my head, in my head
and trickery is trying to cover my eyes
and cloud my head, cloud my head

i'm like a homeless man caught in a storm
with no point to run for cover
as i stand motionless under the grey
this H20 invisible army infiltrates my brain

sometimes they're right and sometimes they're wrong to me
but they're coming fast
they're only picking up speed

'cause trickery's always
triggering sirens in my head, in my head
and trickery's trying to cover my eyes
and cloud my head, cloud my head

i wish i could discern the things i cannot see
or am i too concerned with finding clarity
and all these questions are killing me
and everyone tells me different things

sometimes they're right
and sometimes they're wrong
they're coming fast
they'll be here before too long

trickery's always triggering sirens in my head, in my head
yeah, trickery is trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head, cloud my head
trickery's always triggering sirens
trickery's trying to cover my eyes
yeah, trickery's always messing with my head