| A wire in my mind has finally snapped
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| No longer am I held to binding rules
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| Driven insane by the actions of animal man
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| Too much becomes nothing for me to see
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| Please remove the bugs crawling on my body
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| Tell the voices to stop screaming in my ear
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| At night I run through the park naked
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| Because the moon likes fucking my bod
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| I make mud pies with my own shit
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| And then throw them at politicians passing by
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| Carry me away to the cheers from all around
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| Electric shock for the brain of mr. |
| clown
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| Lock me up because I’m ill
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| Keep me that way cause it pays the bills
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| A burden to all I live in shame
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| Left to rot by the very same game
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| I tell my eyes the walls aren’t really bleeding
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| Pleasuring myself in a rubber room
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| Talk to the aliens hovering near the ceiling
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| Cry to sleep 'cause I know the worlds' gonna end
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| Bruce Lee lives in the la brea tar pits
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| Just ask the taylor all about the dragon
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| I see shrimp around but there’s no plates
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| Fly away some day but feathers never seem to grow
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| I eat black gum from the window cill
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| In the mash potatoes they hide the pill
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| I see the eels swimming in the air
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| Analyze the white walls with a blank stare
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| Force feed myself my bedsore scabs
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| Jesus crawls on the floor just like the crabs
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| Finally freed myself, vision starts to blur
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| They’re to busy laughing to find the cure |