I know I should be locked up and put away
Just leave me alone and I will be ok
With my rotted mind made up you can´t talk to me
A look of scorn mentally diseased
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Planting crazy ideas in your head
Schizophrenic dillusions starting to spread
Psychotic hallucinations are all I see
Mopping the kitchen floor with gasoline
Intimidation of your brain
Threading a needle meant for pain
Crazy in the head possibly insane
In a frantic attempt to switch your soul
Your tormentedness you try to console
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You think you´re hot shit on a gold platter
Bit you´re nothing but cold shit on a paper plate
At one time you could have talked to me
But now it´s too late so now I hate