I'm sick & tired of people/
I want the company of angels/
So I scribble over faces/
And they all think I'm crazy/
Story of my life/
This world could break anyone/
I need a brake... anyone?/
Not of the psychotic kind/

CRASH!/

Jump through a window like a flaming hoop/
A thousand dead mosquitos on the floor/
I hate the smell of elephant/
Mousehowling at a painted moon/
And even if the grass were fluorescent green/
I'd still find a rabbithole to fester in/
Rat with wings perched on alligator head/
Tripwire heartstring crocodile tears/
The fabric of time is a rag with holes in it/
I wear it like a ghost, and see things/
I shouldn't... but it's never too late/
At least that's what I say to myself every night/
Then can't wake up in the mourning/
Sleep deprivation distorts my perception/
Black, cracked mirror image staring/
Back at me.../

And what does it mean/
When our movements are out of sync?/
And what does it mean/
When our movements are out of sync?/
And what does it mean/
When our movements are out of sync?/
Imperfect loopage/
Fluid karma in my cold veins.../

Replica still there in reflection/
Soaking wet, and talking backwards/
Hardly ever straightforward/
Mostly kinda roundabout/
Something about our cell?/
I'm hella lost in translation/
But something like/
Never stop trying to detox/
And when you wanna punch a wall/
Beat dead horses to a ****** pulp./