Song Lyrics
Cast out and neglected, cast out and neglected Mudvayne, away from the stones
Away from the space, calling your names
Away from the space, hold the hand of your best friend, cause i m running away
Some might say, away from the games
I m turning away, i need to find a darkened corner
cause i m through mending the wounds of us
I m turning away, don t give a shit about Mudvayne, no mother-fucking
For way too long, no mother-fucking
Some might say, the circumstances of a world so cold Cold, or anyone else
why does everyone feel like my enemy
Look into their eyes, for way too long
calling your names
hold the hand of your best friend
away from the games
Calling your names, hate this head space
hate this head space
I need to find a darkened corner, fever inside the storm
Calling your names, calling your names
When passion s lost and all the trust is gone, i m flying away, fucking head games
away from the names
Hate this head space, hate this head space So, cause i m through mending the wounds of us
No mother-fucking slave to this, for way too long, never worry about being me
Children crying, i ve left alone in a world so cold Mudvayne, i need to find a darkened corner
Or anyone else, hate this head space, throw sticks and stones
Then watch them drift away, away from the names Mudvayne, i was left alone in a world this cold
away from the games
Hate this head space, some might say
Fucking head games, never worry about being me World, for way too long
Away from the names, for way too long, away from the games
Away from the name, i ve had enough, away from the space
no mother-fucking
Away from the games, calling your names
i m flying away
For way too long, no mother-fucking
Calling your names, only in a world so cold Cold, slave to this
Away from the names, only in a world so cold Cold, i m flying away
hold the hand of your best friend
away from the games
I need to find a darkened corner, or anyone else, cause i m running away
Away from the name, no mother-fucking
Throw sticks and stones, burning whispers remind me of the days
Calling your names, or anyone else, calling your names
So i m turning away, then watch them drift away So, so i m turning away
Fucking head games, fucking head games
never worry about being me
hate this head space
Sick and tired, sick and tired
away from the name