| You are paranoid, with delusions of grandeur
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| Somehow things ain’t right, there’s an imbalance in your mind
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| Chain reflex is slow, anxiety neuroses set in
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| Breaking out in sweat, was it something that I said?
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| Is your asthma flaring up? |
| Why are you so pale?
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| Hands are livid from punching holes in the wall
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| (Thinking someone is in your brain.)
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| You never take your medicine, that’s you’re always sick!
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| Looking so afraid, should I call your mom
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| I’m talking to myself, answer me, stop shaking
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| Waiting from the ambulance, to get your some help
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| The deranged look you have, you will cut yourself
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| Don’t grab that knife!
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| Why are you amputating me?
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| I am your second personality!
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| Suicide is not the alternative!
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| If your trephinate I will not die, we can live together
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| Conjoined at the cephalic. |
| I command you to obey
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| Don’t try to kill me, I have my own life
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| To separate, will be our demise!
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| Smoke some weed and relax!
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| You’re going thru a great deal of stress
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| Fetid breath reeks, go brush your teeth
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| You should get clean, your hair is full of grease!
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| This is a song about a man, with an unnatural appendage at the skull
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| When they have no weed they go insane, now they are stoned and get along
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| A lucid interval will straighten this place out
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| Fighting you tore down the walls |