Riot in My Head

To possess is a vocation, planting crops in my mind, I'm your plantation.

Through my veins, you dig a well, life's an open market, you've chosen well.

Make me devote, long before the needle drops, keep me afloat, long after the music stops.

There's a riot in my head, only you are invited - let me in, let me in.

I tried to get inside, the gatekeeper denied it - let me in, let me in.