If I was a shrink,
Looking into my reflection
Above the dripping sink
Listening to the words I, myself, speak
Listening to dark whispers
That my dreams seem to speak
Childhood nightmares
Of drowning on ink
Red blood at a skating rink,
Close your eyes so you never blink
Wake up amidst a voodoo ritual,
The answer only gets more trivial.
A case so mental,
Clearly seen on my physical,
An answer lies vertical.
The question cries in lyrical,
Hysteria is a miracle.
Listen close,
This is only half literal,

I am Zod,
My own madness.

I hear the story that I describe,
Here's the pill I would prescribe.
Made from the blood of a ****** bride,
And a rib from a demon's side.
Open your soul,
*A side in which Doc resides.