Lucid Interval - Cephalic Carnage

You are paranoid, with delusions of grandeur

Somehow things ain’t right, there’s an imbalance in your mind

Chain reflex is slow, anxiety neuroses set in

Breaking out in sweat, was it something that I said?

Is your asthma flaring up?

Why are you so pale?

Hands are livid from punching holes in the wall

(Thinking someone is in your brain.)

You never take your medicine, that’s you’re always sick!

Looking so afraid, should I call your mom

I’m talking to myself, answer me, stop shaking

Waiting from the ambulance, to get your some help

The deranged look you have, you will cut yourself

Don’t grab that knife!

Why are you amputating me?

I am your second personality!

Suicide is not the alternative!

If your trephinate I will not die, we can live together

Conjoined at the cephalic.

I command you to obey

Don’t try to kill me, I have my own life

To separate, will be our demise!

Smoke some weed and relax!

You’re going thru a great deal of stress

Fetid breath reeks, go brush your teeth

You should get clean, your hair is full of grease!

This is a song about a man, with an unnatural appendage at the skull

When they have no weed they go insane, now they are stoned and get along

A lucid interval will straighten this place out

Fighting you tore down the walls