WHOA! What a stupid way to end my holiday I'm writing this to let you know that I'm not okay I've boarded up the windows and locked up the gates A pen in one hand, in the other, a serrated blade... By the time you read this, it will be too late. Like a wolf with its howl at my door. Whoa! I started out okay, until the trouble came And with it, sullen blank-eyed staring... rot in the veins... There's nothing in the way of much to celebrate I guess its best to cut myself off, to isolate It's lucky, in a way, that I've got shit for braaaaiinnsss Like a wolf to a house made of straw (We'll blow the damn house in...) Whoa! I can't escape it, aw they're tryin to get inside of my head I can't depend on any friends, to me they're pretty much dead With barely 5 steps from the door, and I'm surrounded in sin I feel the stares, all around me, chaos caving me in Consider this a warning, fully laid out in a letter I tried to call for help but I was stuck, I guess I'll never remember... Oh so clever... What an awful day to spend in sheer dismay I never ever thought that I would go out this way What a stupid way to end my holiday... Like a wolf with my neck in its jaw Whoa!