Everyday is always the same
The clocks never seem to change
I have trapped myself inside
A purley psychotic paradise

Clad in red , i lay dead roses on mommas grave
I think the doctors killed her because she was going insane
And whenever someone accidentally touches me , it rarely happens
They run away screaming , acting like paranoia is radioactive

And it makes me sad to have no friends worthy to ****
Constantly offering dead poppies and drooping daffodils
They help replenish the empty void im trying to fill
But what needs to be refilled is my bottle of antipsychotic ****** bin pills

So when i skip through town hearing people spewing wrath
I run into a man accidentally blocking his path
He is the only person who hasn't looked at me like an infected rat
And the handsome man smiles and says " Your a beautiful psychopath"