Electric Therapy: Wandering Psyche

When all the world’s gone to hell
Don’t stop the angel on the corner
To complain about not getting your mail
Unintended side affect
Every time I see your face
I just want to scream with laughter
Don’t take it personal
It really hasn’t a thing to do with you
Listen to me mutter listen to my rambling on
If you ignore me I’ll just go away, thankfully no
Never mind I can keep it up forever
My minds just one lousy catatonic trip,
Here I go un-intentioned sadness
Here I go again seeing the monsters in everything
I wish I could, I wish I could just leave you alone
But I can’t ‘cause the voices in my head won’t
Stop talking unless I’m harassing the senses
Of some other unsuspecting passer by
If you can find someone else to pass the time
I’d gladly give you your peace and keep mine
Sepulchre of fate, no wait that was just a dream
I don’t remember what I was supposed to do today
If anything’s important somebody else will remember it tomorrow
Don’t bother me right now can’t you see nothing has portance now
Heavens not coming and Hell won’t go away, to bad I won’t let me be
Disassociated resurrection rumbling violating humanities Masquerade
Solipsistic symbolic languages’ taken over, woe is me
Revenge is no dish to be served cold; I don’t want to eat my mind raw
I’m no slave or dog to be beaten; I’m a servant to be callously discharged
If I haven’t any sense then I haven’t any feeling
My rune scared body shows what I’ve given up for sanity
Oh wait, now I remember, I had a reason for calling you at this hour
I thought of that quote, I thought fit your funeral well
“And flights of angles sing thee to thy slumber”
Thanks for listening whoever you were
Your constant tonal reassurance has made this last night
Pass along so much simpler
Now I’m off, to my casket so that someone can put my head in a basket
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, good bye
No, no don’t worry about me that nice lamp over there’ll give me my medicine
Then all will be right with the world
That look on you fist says I should stick around but I like being contrary
Now where’d I leave that stick, it’s my shtick you know
Mister tambourine man won’t you give alms to the poor, Just a bit too late
We’re all dead and not yet buried
Burn a body, taste the smoke, and know life’s a joke
Ha, Ha, I found a way to end on a happy note.