The Academy Is... Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed. We are changing. No sleep, no gas, no excuses will pass these lips Cause we're shapin' up to be All you wish you could have been To write the hits and to turn their heads And to open eyes (open your eyes) to a brand new season, A brand new season. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am. Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed these lips 'Cause we're shapin' up to be All you wish you could have been To write the hits and to turn heads, to turn heads, And to open eyes (open your eyes) to a brand new season, A brand new season. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am. You'll see what we mean, You'll notice when we're gone. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am. So show me something we haven't heard yet, But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget For the first time I know this is now who I am.

When I look outside my window, What do I see? And when I look outside my window, So many different people to be That it's strange, so strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in a ditch, The hippies out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. Must be the season of the witch. (Well) when I look over my shoulder What do I see? And when I look over my shoulder, Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange So strange You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in the ditch, That hippie's out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch. Must be the season of the witch. "And here we sit immerged in a liquid sea of love, Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above, A looking glass that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around like willows Upside down you caress my heart Caress my soul Surround my limbs You laugh your laugh And hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here thinking Thinking about the times we used to have And know they're gone forever We'll never learn Never learn" "Help me" "Somebody help him" As I look over my shoulder What do I see? And as I look over my shoulder, There's so many pretty sights to see That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, Those hippies out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. Season of the witch Please have mercy on my soul No. No. Must be the season of the witch "God. God, hey! If you can't help us you better listen Please Momma, I'm cold"

When I look outside my window What do I see? And when I look outside my window So many different people to be, yeah That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits running in a ditch The hippies out to make it rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Well, when I look over my shoulder What do I see? And when I look over my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits running in the ditch The hippies out to make it rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above A looking glass that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around like willows Upside down, you caress my heart Caress my soul, surround my limbs You laugh your laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here thinking Thinking about the times we used to have And know they're gone forever We'll never learn, never learn "Help me" "Somebody help him" As I look over my shoulder What do I see? And as I look over my shoulder There's so many pretty sights to see That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Those hippies out to make it rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Season of the witch Please have mercy on my soul No, no, must be the season of the witch [Incomprehensible] God, God, hey If you can't help us you better listen, please Momma, I'm cold

(Must be the season of the witch) (Must be the season of the witch, yeah) When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat lookin' over Over his shoulder at me And he's strange, sure he's strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window Many sights to see When I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange, so very strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Must be the season, the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat looking over His shoulder right at me And it's strange, surely strange You got to pick up every stitch Beatniks are out to make it rich, oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I look out my window So many sights to see When I look into my window So many different people to be You got to pick up every stitch Rabbit's runnin' in the ditch Beatniks are out to make it rich, oh, no, oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch

It's been a minute since I've stepped up Battle with my atoms that began to uncle fester Beside myself when I see my reflection We're all 7 minutes from heaven 7 deadly sins just to get my bread leavened MJ tippy toes I ain't get stepped on Little sis see my life as direction Blood thicker than the body I reflect on Go go gadget chest up Now I'm feelin festive I ain't taking no shots Boy I got my vest on I ain't taking no shots Got my Sunday best on Best believe I'm rested up No more getting slept on No more getting stepped on I went from Pam An to Pan Am Vespa to Cessna And randumb to randamn Studying with braintrust Kicked back like van damme Tell Uncle Sam to keep my ransom Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I danced with my demons And stepped on their toes Kicked the bad habits Adidas, adios Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I faced all my phantoms at the opera You know the world got ya I value every interaction "I promise I'll remember" that's my motto So don't believe me when I'm shy Cause I'm good with names like Petey Pablo "Hey Triiiiina!" And all that hateful talk sound like Chewbacca I ain't star studded but I'm honest I'm 21 you better card me Cause I head-butt 'em like Zenedine Zidane Well I wake up and watch my espresso settle Realize I must express myself better I know I know that I know Cause 1 on the mound worth 1, 000 in the bullpen One of your hands is worth 2 in the bushes Up creek, no anchor but 1 in the chamber You better spare the messenger and shoot the breeze Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I danced with my demons And stepped on their toes Kicked the bad habits Adidas, adios Breeze in my hair man I'm all good Found reason again man I'm all good I faced all my phantoms at the opera You know the world got ya

There are phantoms here on earth who take away our lives They kill your kids and they rape your wifes They rip your flesh tear your heart take you down to hell They don't give a damn on any kind of life Phantoms bring evil, destruction and death Night after night the same old game They all look so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out Always someone at your back only waiting to attack Phantoms of death Phantoms of death The empire of deceivers is built upon your fear You'll have to lose it 'cause the end is near Warheads, armies stand to strike I know it isn't right I wanna get out of here I don't wanna die Infernal destruction, in fire you'll burn Then you'll be helpless but it's not too late Stand up right now and you'll be the winner Or Satan will get you, take you forever Genocide everywhere, where's the saviour of this world Phantoms of death Phantoms of death Where is he, the promised saviour, the one who'll save the Earth? Perhaps he'll come to bury us but then it'll be too late Who are they who are the phantoms who will end our lives It's you and me, you and me, open up your eyes Phantoms bring evil, destruction and death Night after night the same old game They all look so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out We are all parasites of this world, we shall die Phantoms of death Phantoms of death Phantoms of death Phantoms of death