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
