Neuropsychopathic Eye - Bigelf

Here I am once again

Looking up at the ceiling

And what is it I’m afraid of

I need somewhere to hide from my neuropsychopathic eye

I’m crucified to my mind

Slowly drop into a fantod

And sound can’t pierec through the labyrinth

I’m waiting for the trip to start

But I’m not ready to fry in my neuropsychopathic eye

A splinter flies through my spine

Something in your mind you don’t realise

You don’t realise

You don’t realise