Even when I'm sleeping in the bed
I always end up on the edge
Dream looks better from the fringe
Where I can see what my condition is in
'Cause every night I run away
To that place where I can stay
But I can hang out for a minute
We below go shoot to shit
And it's alright that I don't know
The director of this show
I'll be an extra in the background
Move my lips, now I'm checking the time
You might notice invisible things
Nobody else ever seems to see
We like to turn them into big things
Up in your head and then you lay 'em on me
'Cause they don't mind the TV sky
Or the psychos on the hill
They say they'll all just burn in Hell
But that don't mean they ever will
There's a door behind my mind
And I got friends on the other side
I'd love to stay here with you in the middle
But I'd rather crack the riddle
♪
Guess I'd rather crack the riddle
Guess I'd rather crack the riddle
Guess I'd rather crack the riddle
♪
'Cause they don't mind the TV sky
Or the psychos on the hill
They say they'll all just burn in Hell
But that don't mean they ever will
There's a door behind my mind
And I got friends on the other side
I'd love to stay here with you in the middle
But I'd rather crack the riddle
♪
Guess I'd rather crack the riddle
Guess I'd rather crack the riddle
The riddle, the riddle, the riddle, the riddle, the riddle
Crack the riddle