| Mad dog in the hallway and my head is filled with fire
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| Panic rules the moment with no mercy or desire
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| Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream
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| And now my mouth is burning crimson in a long and bloody dream
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| Sometimes I wonder 'bout these physical disorders
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| My only contact is with TV news distorters
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| Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen
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| All that I can tell you — I’m insane, insane again
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| Relax — relax
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| Relax — relax
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| Relax — relax
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| Puppets with directions they whisper in my ears
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| Circled stairs around me drip with long forgotten tears
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| Nothing done without a motive, proving they were smart
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| Every path they traced for me another kind of chart
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| Corporate christie says it all — the meeting is atwist
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| My pulse is fading quickly you can feel it on my wrist
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| Glancing over sideways at the words from brain to pen
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| All that I can tell you — I’m insane, insane again
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| Relax — relax
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| Relax — relax
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| Relax — relax
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| I need some breathing room
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| I need some breathing room
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| I need some breathing room
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| I need some breathing room
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| Open fire — shell shock
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| Knee jerk — lock step
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| Shrink rap — clap trap
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| Mind bend — echo send
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| Chicken coop — drug soup
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| Nerve food — solitude
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| Back track — meat rack
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| Cardiac Yakety Yakety Yak
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| Breathing room
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| I need some breathing room
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| Relax — relax
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| Relax — relax
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| Relax — relax
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| Mama! |
| Won’t you tell me
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| Please, please what is goin' on?
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| I have seen with madhouse vision no conclusions can be drawn
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| my mind is inside out and all the clarity is gone
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| Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen
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| All that I can tell you — I’m insane, insane again
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| Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend
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| Help me, help me, mama!
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| I’m insane, insane again |