Shooting blanks relentless pitch blade
Microwave and the old collision out of order
Everything just turns to drool and white
Hot indecision the pages burn the stomach churns
The cycle turns lose your peace
Lose your mind
Crack the eggshell to escape
The total trauma suicide deadline
Going out of my head
Lying on back in the dark
Listening to the hum of the machine
Tricked up, wound, up wound up
Trying to break your dreams
The watcher seeker hunting out with a hungry eye
The destroyer needs to feed
It's hard to find the door the lock
When your whole life is out of key
Going out of my head
Want to slip that needle in
Want to smell those fumes again
Want to beat those skins again
But there's something wrong
There's something wrong
Going out of my head

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