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