What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

You have a pen and paper

Using my blood as the ink

It’s my thoughts you’re documenting

But it’s your use of it I’m questioning

Will what I say in confidence somehow leave this room

Am I talking myself into my own little doom

Who would’ve thought that your thoughts could get thought over

And make sure that your freedoms over

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

What would do with the information that’s inside my head

Information

Information

I don’t believe to have a pretty face

I can’t charm my way out this

You’ll get compensated and I’ll get handcuffs on my wrist

What do you wanna know

How much further are you gonna dig

Until I tell you something worthy of being thrown into a space, not so big

I’ll make this best of a bad fall

And be the biggest superstar in the mental hospital

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

What would you do with the information if you knew what was inside my head

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

Inside my, inside my, inside my head

I’m not sure how to say this

I won’t be here for much longer

I might be crazy

I have to go away for a long time

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

Once it downloads to the system

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

Information

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head