My bones are cold And I haven't been feeling like myself And I've been away I've been screaming at night and dreaming all day And I have found that I am scared And I've been pulling out my hair A empty spot to fit my crooked soul Crooked soul Crooked soul My sleep is wrecked But it's never been normal anyway And I've been down I've been filling my mind with colors and sound And I have found that I'm a ghost Grinding my teeth like I've done most my life Trying to smooth out my crooked soul Crooked soul Crooked soul And once again I'm drinking whiskey from my mug The things in my head Keep me at home, keep me in bed And I have found I'm not alone And we could call the streets our home A revolution for the crooked souls Crooked souls Crooked souls