Intrusive Thoughts - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I’m feeling better now, my therapist

Helped me deal with my demons like an exorcist

I’d have been on the waiting list for maybe six months

If I got it through the NHS

But through my job coding on

Supercomputers, I‘ve got Bupa

So now I’ve got privilege guilt

To add to my crippling worries

I get a rash, get irrationally scared

I might die of meningitis

Christ is fed up of me, isn’t he?

Was the meat cooked properly?

I’m scared I lack empathy, that I can’t love

My art’s just pretentious, making anti-sexist statements

When you’ve hurt nearly every girl you’ve slept with

Hating yourself much?

Some of my intrusive thoughts I’ll leave elusive

I’d find it too hard, they’re too dark

Thought that I‘m a psychopath

Like I was Jack, and it’s good as it gets

When I heard I’m neither that

Or this thing cause

Labels liberate and labels imprison

A song you give a label cause of its rhythm

I’m OCD, no Monica, this shit’s Wilson