I had visions I was in them
I was looking into the mirror

to see a little bit clearer
the rottenness and evil in me

fingertips have memories
mine can’t forget the curves of your body

and when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
who salutes but no one ever does

I’m not sick but I’m not well
and I’m so hot cause I’m in hell

put me in the hospital for nerves
and then they had to commit me
you told them all I was crazy

they cut off my legs now I\’m an amputee Goddamn you

I wanna publish zines
and rage against machines

I wanna pierce my tongue
it doesn’t hurt it feels fine

paranoia paranoia
everybody’s coming to get me

just say you never met me
I’m running underground with the moles to dig holes

hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring

but if you’re bored then you’re boring
the agony and the irony they’re killing me