Smoke filled consciousness, dust filled lungs

Smoldering fibers laced in thick black tar

Gaunt and emaciated with a feted smile

Glistening eyes traveling for miles and miles

Self aware, detailed stare, look around paranoid glare

Etchings in the skin of places we've all been

Deep and layered, textured flesh

Every face has a trace, a twisted map to a hidden place

It's so easy to feel uneasy, the unfamiliar making nerves quiver

Accentuated features, cartoon creatures

So heavily distorted don't know what the truth is

Need to stay on the level

Don't want to be taken by the demon mind, the demon side

Don't go there, don't go there, ringing out, the chorus of doubt

Shaking the walls of the cerebellum as tinnitus plays his organ

It's the divided spirit the fractured self

Broken up and scattered into the realms of ambiguity

You're high but twisted not high as in lifted

How can you rest with a head full of flees

Scratching your thoughts until they bleed

Moving from the boroughs of sanity into the center of psychosis

This is the city of paranoid neurosis

Sirens, danger, hostile strangers, roaming the streets of your psyche

The ones who normally feel close are now wearing black satanic clothes

So sinister in their pose and striking in their fear

They look strangely unfamiliar and austere

As you sit there with a feted mouth full of witches hair

So rigid in the numbness as the roaches crawl between the cracks of your consciousness

Nestling, multiplying, feeding off your weakness, breeding from your neurosis

Aaargh, what am I saying, what am I feeling

I can feel my reasoning, weakening and withering in the dusty haze of obscurity

Feeling aloof in a land of giants, feeling so small I can only be quite

I'm one in a million, billion, zillion lost souls all falling into the same cryptic hole

Drowning in the potion, saturated in the chemical confusion

Sinking into the toxic gravy, full of rotten bones, perished souls and lost minds

Remove me from this but I know it's too late, it's too late

Because none of the voices in my head want to relate

Clarity is swamped in a head full of puss

Meaning is lost in the septic slush

One conversation with a multiple of understandings

One ambiguous speech gets twisted by each and every one

It's the schizophrenic rap song as the babbling maniac talks on and on

A niggly twitch, mental itch, scratch it away, scratch it away

It's the schizophrenic rap song as the babbling maniac talks on and on

Gotta grin and bare it Because now I wear my acid face