Oh,
reckless and indiscreet,
I'm hypnotized beyond belief.
Listen to my battle song as it's dissing you all night long.
The new disasters at my feet of abuse and things I can't repeat.
Pick it up, pick it up!
I feel on fire.
Sing it again,
sing it again,
sing it again,
sing it again,
sing it again,
sing it again.
Oh,
reckless and indiscreet,
I'm hypnotized without release.
I lose in that special charm.
I'm played out, I can't go on.
Conversations without wings with much advice I start.
Scream, desperate,
they're giving in.
I don't know where to begin.
It's hopeless, I'm caving in.
It's hopeless, I can't win.
I'm going out of my head.
I feel like I'm dead.
I'm feeling a little flattered.
Pick it up, pick it up! I bottle up and explode.
My engines have blown.
Some things I can't hide.
I'm feeling on fire.
I'm here to blow it's sky high, let it fly.
I wait for no one, if that is why.
If that is why,
if that is why.
I'm going out of my head.
I feel like I'm dead.
I'm feeling a little flattered.
Pick it up, pick it up! I bottle up and explode.
My engines have blown.
Some things I can't hide.
I can't hide, hide.
Well, I'm going out of my head.
And I feel like I'm dead.
I'm feeling a little flattered.
I'm feeling a little flattered.
I'm feeling a little flattered.
I'm feeling a little flattered.