Tripinthehead

can't get a grip get a grip on reality
when this ain't the pain i'm used to, i just can't run away like i used to
i wake up with some gaps in my memory, open my eyes but there's blood all over me
it's just a dream i just don't wanna stay, i look around but it just won't go away

i see the pieces, severed bloody pieces, a lunatic with a psychopath soul
i see the pieces, severed bloody pieces,and muthafucka i'm takin' control

another look in the mind of a lunatic, and i admit it's enough to make a dog sick
i turn around and the pigs start shakin', load that fucker up , blast and turn to bacon

i can't help it, i just don't understand, what in my mind makes me wanna kill another man
i turn around , i just don't wanna stay, i can't see the light of another day

i see the pieces, severed bloody pieces, a lunatic with a psychopath soul
i see the pieces, severed bloody pieces,and muthafucka i'm takin' control

i'm not innocent, no i'm not innocent
i'm just crazy

primer fifty-five