Lucid Interval

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 **** and relax

You're going through 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 **** they go insane

Now they are stoned and get along

A lucid interval will straighten this place out

Fighting, you tore down the walls