Get out of here.

I'll be my own **** psychiatrist, thank you very much.

I breathe my water through my ears,
and through my eyes,
so I can prune my brain,
It's not a problem.
I've been doing it for quite a while.

I am a product of
the sockets that hold my eyes,
not dissimilar to children,
and I love to exhale.
It's a pastime of mine.

Kids imitate each other,
I re-imagine,
and mimic like a mime,
like a mime,
mime.

And trust me,
I have a weapon's grade snarl.
I just seem to have misplaced it,
among my manecins,
(I comb Their hair for fun sometimes.)
(Surfer Rosa, Track 7).