christ, your head. what's it become?
  while the whole world's out having fun
    i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
    i'm in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, it's five degrees here
  nobody sees, somebody please, save me
    this is the sound of my miseryhead
  choke on the taste of my miseryhead
  dance to the words of my miseryhead
  this is the sound of my miseryhead
    i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
    turn around
  what's that sound?
  i'm in your head
  i thought i heard him say, he'd rather be dead, than
  live life apart...we're apart...we're apart
    [chorus]