| My mind goes mad
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| Goes mad
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| My mind goes mad
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| Well I seem to cross the line again
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| Six shots of clear patron and a big head full of vicodin
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| I got a fight within myself
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| And I know I gotta look beyond gettin' help
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| Ain’t nobody looking to give it to me, well
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| When it’s all done, I’m probably going to hell
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| And I wanna make sure the story they’re gonna tell is
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| I’m a real nut coming outta my shell
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| And I wanna live free, where the freek shows dwell
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| And I can’t believe that I’ll be so felt
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| That my 16's are bereavin' dealt
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| To the unseen eye like a bling on belly
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| To the mind I’m just so evil that I
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| Gotta keep my brain in lockdown and it
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| Don’t really matter cause I’m outta
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| Patience, frustrations, keep chasing sensations
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| Keep filling with hatred, I don’t think I’ll make it
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| Can anybody take another life? |
| All while I’m tellin'
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| Maybe they can find a book or somethin', give another answer
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| Tellin' 'em I’m just a crazy bastard
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| Psycho with his hat on backwards
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| Sure I’m killin' the beat but I’d rather go kill on the street
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| My sanity is obsolete, I got blood stains all on my teeth
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| From eatin' the weak, you can see it drip every time I speak
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| Somebody better get 'em up out of my reach
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| 'Fore my brain tells me that it’s time to eat
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| And my mind goes mad like I’m out with heat
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| I’m goin' crazy! |
| (Outta my mind)
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| Somebody save me! |
| (Before I cross the line, tryin' to)
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| Break me! |
| (I can feel it inside)
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| And I just can’t get away
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| Anxiety, my mind screamin' «Die for me!»
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| All the while there’s lines
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| So inside of me it has tried to be
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| Better then I ever thought I would try to be
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| And I try to speak but my words always followed by apologies
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| And that’s probably the root reason my tendencies, they devour me
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| Like addiction, it collars me like a dog on a short chain
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| Real big, black heart but a small brain
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| Feelin' like a million bucks but I’m small change
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| Gotta few shorts in my mainframes while I maintain (insane!)
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| Look inside the window, your in my eyes, on my mind
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| Never try, then the vessel of the body would of died
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| And if it wasn’t for my pride I wouldn’t have to divide
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| A need to split sides and how I fantasize behind the face I hide
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| And mix it with suicide and resurrect, revive
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| And still keep it alive like breathe in, breathe out
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| Try to calm down, take the gun out of my mouth
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| Shoulda, woulda, coulda but never uttered the words
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| I’m quick to break wings, two birds and one brick or one stone
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| He didn’t ever wanna be alone, I’m too far gone
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| Drunk and on a telephone, and talking to dial tones
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| «Just looking to say hello, a million miles from home
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| So I’m in a better zone, I let go in slowmo
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| Hello madness, all that wants it seems to unfold»
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| My mind goes sick shit, faucet up on the walls
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| Like I’m Michael Jackson rehabing addiction, sick science fiction
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| Lost in a dream as I transport thoughts like Kurt did in a white tee |