Lyrics

Question marks in my head
My mouth cried and my eyes bled
I stretched my thoughts, put them on the rack
In a mind so dark it's almost black

Strategy
Strategy

These distorted, contorted ideas of mine
Are telling me something, I think it's a sign
Hidden meanings found deep within
Brought fourth with the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts are on display
Part of my lifetime strategy

Strategy
Strategy

Question marks in my head
My mouth cried and my eyes bled
Hidden meanings found deep within
Brought fourth with the tip of a pen
I stretched my thoughts, put them on the rack
In a mind so dark it's almost black

Hidden meanings found deep within
Brought fourth with the tip of a pen
Then all these thoughts are on display
Part of my lifetime strategy

Strategy
Strategy