My imagination’s trying to get me killed.
Is this reality or another bouncing castle?
Is this a hand or somebody’s asshole?
Does the light play tricks or is it the shadow?
I see different things at the same time in different places.
Do I dream inside the dream and then miss the exit?
I stare at you for hours on end that’s the least creepy.
History in the family, it’s genetic batshit.
Saner than sane, paranoid, better hand me that search light.
Can’t deny there’s romance in dangerous derangements.
Take you time, plan ahead, bright futures for E-V-E-R-Y-ONE.
Who’s to say who’s who who’s what who’s gonna go cufulagaluu.