Trust the crazies
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The world is how you see it, can you see
Reality is only perception of one’s personality
Misled frantic emotion or simple romantic morality
Can stitch the difference between paranoia and insanity
A magician calls me up, ‘cause he needs a volunteer
And diary, I’m the lucky one, I’m just the lucky one
Puts me in a box, smiling from ear to ear
He promises me, he honestly swears
Relax dear boy you have nothing to fear
Until I feel my stomach start to tear
I guess he failed to their delight
But don’t you worry, it’s alright
Sure, I am dead pale, pale white
But it’s ‘cause of my stage fright
Hide in a closet, and lock it
So the monsters can protect you
Be quiet just put a sock in it
Take your breath and hold it
Unless you’re claustrophobic
Then respectfully you’re screwed
There’s something eerie near me
No, I’m not just being paranoid
I can’t even look in the mirror
Like everyone else I fear myself
There is nothing to be scared of
When you are a monster yourself
Except that little tiny aspect of love
You’re stuck alone without any help
Your fear will be the end of you
So try not to be afraid
What’s coming is coming, dear
It’s been prearranged
The world is how you see it, can you see
Reality is only perception of one’s personality
Misled frantic emotion or simple romantic morality
Can stitch the difference between paranoia and insanity
Nothing says a quick hello to a sick serial killer
Like a little yellow trickle as he comes nearer
If you’re being chased by a killer
You are paranoid
His bloody revved up chainsaw
Is just a little toy
Don’t be frightened of clowns, they will not kill you, they might make you giggle
Give ‘em a chance, they will make you laugh so hard you’ll puke right out your guts
So you see a clown, go down to it, ten or so minutes later your eyes are tight shut
On the nightly news is a killer dressed as a clown going around gutting the little kids
Are you scared of clowns
Doctors with no degree
Because as you bleed
They will just frown
Doctor, please help me
Nothing wrong was found
These hallucinations may obliterate your brain
Creating explanations that are clinically insane
Manifesting relations between visual and pain
All procrastinations of a fate that never came
Relax sir, I promise that this will not hurt even a bit
There, there, we’ve already stuck the needle in
Your crying is more embarrassing than your shit
Let me wipe that bit of drool right off your chin
We’ll just give this teen kid some pills
An a shot of anti paranoia prescription
So he’ll doze off an be a lot easier to kill
By those slaughterers in his description
And all that’s wrote deep inside his will
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so
Oh, kids these days, kids these days know
They tell you so, an still pay what you owe
So surprised they never saw it coming
While the whole time I was running
Oh they are all dead, they are all dead
Should have listened to what I said
I killed for a chance just to let you know
And in my will I wrote, “I told you so”
The world is how you see it, can you see
Reality is only perception of one’s personality
Misled frantic emotion or simple romantic morality
Can stitch the difference between paranoia and insanity
Just close your eyes and jump in
It will stop freezing as you swim
So reach my hand and grab hold
When dry land becomes just a story told
With me you will never be cold
And deep in the ice we’ll never grow old
I told you before, I wanted to be with you forever
So I’ve decided to sneak into your grave
It’s been almost a week since I’ve eaten or shaved
But in no way do I regret this endeavor
I am afraid to say I love you
Those words are like a knife
They’re way too dangerous
If they can even take a life
But I’ll hold you in my arms
As we run from the alarm
I’ll protect you from harms way
Connected together we will say
I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid
I don’t care because life isn’t fair
Say a prayer and they’ll place their bets
I know you’re scared but I swear
I won’t let you kick out the chair just yet
Please choose to stay or you’ll stain my sleeves
My guts just can’t stomach watching you leave
The world is how you see it, can you see
Reality is only perception of one’s personality
Misled frantic emotion or simple romantic morality
Can stitch the difference between paranoia and insanity
