I can’t control the flashes in my thoughts
It’s like the closed captioning is on
But it’s random and it’s wrong
I’m like the phantom of the opera
No one can understand the shit i’m on
Posted, standing on my lawn
Standing there just watching my kids
Dancing to my songs
Wondering what kind of planet am I on
Wondering the difference between animals and god
The answer will get dodged
Plus I’m easily distracted to a fault
Feeling combative
Counting the atoms in my bomb
Put it in my catapult and launch
And I go
To whatever that place is called when my eyes close
A thousand eyes looking back at me
Whenever I go
To whatever that place is called when my eyes close
There’s something smiling in the darkness
At me
Well I guess this is a family trait
And if you’re not family maybe you can’t relate
My thoughts are like cans of paint
Casted on a canvas in a random way
Sprinkled with acid rain
Remember drugs are bad mmkay
And a brain on drugs looks like scrambled eggs
But the way my shit turned out I can’t complain
Now i’m laughing all the way to the sample bank
I got a castle where the vandals stay
In the belfry there’s bats with fangs
Rattlesnakes, and a couple of hand grenades
I dance with fate and fan the flames
Everytime I go
To whatever that place is called when my eyes close
A thousand eyes looking back at me
Whenever I go
To whatever that place is called when my eyes close
There is something smiling in the darkness
At me