they say your life is like a yellow brick road that s nice mine s like a maze is there some secret handshake that i do not know cause i stop and ask for help and people tell me different ways sometimes they re right and sometimes they re wrong to me well it s like a game they re winning best of three cause trickery s always triggering sirens in my head in my head and trickery s trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head cloud my head i m like a homeless man caught in a storm with no point to run for cover as i stand motionless under the gray this h2o invisible army infiltrates my brain sometimes they re right and sometimes they re wrong to me well they re coming fast they re only pickin up speed cause trickery s always triggering sirens in my head in my head and trickery s trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head cloud my head i wish i could discern the things i cannot see or am i too concerned with finding clarity all these questions are killing me and everyone tells me different things sometimes they re right and sometimes they re wrong they re coming fast they ll be here before too long trickery s always triggering sirens in my head in my head yeah trickery s trying to cover my eyes and cloud my head cloud my head trickery s always triggering sirens and trickery s trying to cover my eyes yeah trickery s always messin with my head