| Around and round it goes
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| My head spins again
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| Attentions difficult
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| I’m out of my seat and then I’m climbing around the room
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| All thoughts invested in causing people doom
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| These are my symptoms…
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| Hyperactive
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| So distracted
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| It’s hard to focus my attention
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| My medication gives bad reactions
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| Off in my very own dimension
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| If I forget another thing you said
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| Your ass will soon be calling up a coroner
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| You’ll become the first dead
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| From the Attention Deficit Destroyer!
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| What’s that pill bottle that’s in your hand?
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| Have you been holding out or is it lethal?
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| That illness I just can’t understand
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| But what it wants from me is pure evil
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| I stare off into another realm
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| Daydreaming of things I want to kill
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| What’s that pill bottle that’s in your hand?
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| Have you been holding out or is it lethal?
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| That illness I just can’t understand
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| How far is it getting?
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| My thoughts keep shifting
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| It pushes me towards the edge
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| Then I’m off the ledge
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| Mentally or off a building
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| Theirs nowhere for me to land
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| I can’t understand
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| I lost my train of thought
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| It’s something I just can’t avoid
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| And all I think about
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| Are things that I want to destroy
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| I want to rip shit up I think it’s time to misbehave
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| And then I’ll take it out
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| On whatever is standing in my way
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| Hyperactive
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| So distracted
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| It’s hard to focus my attention
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| My medication gives bad reactions
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| Off in my very own dimension
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| If I forget another thing you said
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| Your ass will soon be calling up a coroner
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| You’ll become the first dead
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| From the Attention Deficit Destroyer! |