Border-Line Pychotic Minds
Wide eyes of bliss fixed on my psychiatrist
Stand still and swallow down these pills
Write down a list of people you want to kill
And shine your eyes on mine like this, Tic-Toc
Watch the clock sway back and forth
You’re getting sleepy, sincerely your hypnotist
Knock-Knock nobody home, he’s picking my lock
Stealing my mind of thoughts that wander abroad
I tell him “I’m normal,” He says “No, you’re not!”
Your imagination is a fascination you peel and feel
Transforming creative characters to real life
Painter of stained fate, of a scientist I hate!
He stole my image of my digital reality
We all turned to zombies, not all here
But somewhere up in the frosted over clouds
Our thoughts once peaked before we aged
This future of convenient pharmacy markets
Extinct artistry embark from we
The people of pills for pain and sleep
Pills for empty dreams, no smiles or screams
We killed our hearts that now beat in rhythm
We all looked beautiful, but dead inside
The mirrors of mental fears is where we hide
We completely stopped cutting ourselves
Forgot ourselves, stopped loving ourselves
Fell deeply in a black ocean of spoiled oil
Fell deeply in love with scissors and science
Pirated pills, and scalpels, and scales
Blackened vales so pale white within
Lying in a bathtub of blood I’ve sinned
I wish I could have shown you
Shouted out how it all came about
But I’m dead now with ghosts and life
Instead of being alive with the living, and dead.
Stand still and swallow down these pills
Write down a list of people you want to kill
And shine your eyes on mine like this, Tic-Toc
Watch the clock sway back and forth
You’re getting sleepy, sincerely your hypnotist
Knock-Knock nobody home, he’s picking my lock
Stealing my mind of thoughts that wander abroad
I tell him “I’m normal,” He says “No, you’re not!”
Your imagination is a fascination you peel and feel
Transforming creative characters to real life
Painter of stained fate, of a scientist I hate!
He stole my image of my digital reality
We all turned to zombies, not all here
But somewhere up in the frosted over clouds
Our thoughts once peaked before we aged
This future of convenient pharmacy markets
Extinct artistry embark from we
The people of pills for pain and sleep
Pills for empty dreams, no smiles or screams
We killed our hearts that now beat in rhythm
We all looked beautiful, but dead inside
The mirrors of mental fears is where we hide
We completely stopped cutting ourselves
Forgot ourselves, stopped loving ourselves
Fell deeply in a black ocean of spoiled oil
Fell deeply in love with scissors and science
Pirated pills, and scalpels, and scales
Blackened vales so pale white within
Lying in a bathtub of blood I’ve sinned
I wish I could have shown you
Shouted out how it all came about
But I’m dead now with ghosts and life
Instead of being alive with the living, and dead.
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