Texty: Stone sour. Freeze Dry Seal.

My face is horrid and I’m constantly slouching
My place is lower and I’m constantly crouching
I don’t believe it – I saw the man again
And he won’t hear a word I say
I have delusions so I’m constantly shouting
I have compulsions so I’m constantly counting
I don’t believe it – there goes my world again
And I don’t understand a word I say
Just because I’m paranoid it doesn’t mean I’m annoyed and
Just because I’m not prepared doesn’t mean I’m not aware
The smoke is infinite - I’m constantly panting
The truth is imminent – I’m constantly shouting
I don’t believe it – I took a chance again and
People I don’t know won’t let it go
I’ve got some problems – I’m constantly bitching
I’ve got some rashes I’m constantly itching
I don’t believe it – forgot the pills again
I just woke up a million miles from home
Just because I seem sedate it doesn’t mean I’m not irate and
Just because I’m not immune it doesn’t mean I’m not scared of you
Just because I’m incomplete it doesn’t mean I’m obsolete and
Just because I’m out of view doesn’t mean I’m not like you