I know I should be locked up and put away Just leave me alone and I will be ok With my rotted mind made up you can´t talk to me A look of scorn mentally diseased
(Chorus) Planting crazy ideas in your head Schizophrenic dillusions starting to spread Psychotic hallucinations are all I see Mopping the kitchen floor with gasoline
Intimidation of your brain
Threading a needle meant for pain Crazy in the head possibly insane In a frantic attempt to switch your soul Your tormentedness you try to console
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You think you´re hot shit on a gold platter Bit you´re nothing but cold shit on a paper plate At one time you could have talked to me But now it´s too late so now I hate