I don't know another verse for the therapist's couch
or not I think this one sucks *** personally.


Time stops for a minute that's all I need to
spread the message slow recede relieve
listen and believe relive deceive clocks
melting in a field of grey toss out a hand
grenade rock out in it drop out infinite
kaboom soon to whom it may concern
Im stuck in a padded room i just sit sin and burn
witless no reserve witness no return
Im gone completely if you don't
like it delete me or consume me and repeat the
message loud not discreetly art thou not aloud
to inform the masses, the crowd? molasses not
fast as, a chopper, meat cleave her and drop her,
off in a coffin often not soft with emotions and lost
them mentally crossed,went haywire, defrost him
stand in front of a graveyard on fire as the light dims
story ends… or does it? flood it with blood it gets
dug up uncover mud what? no grave? impossible
off track again illogical improbable to be proper still
Uhh my heads ****in' cloudy like someone spilled
fog all over, clogged up thought process not sober
thoughtless not over, but under it I wonder when
I can get it straight? can I borrow your ruler the more
I draw the line it distorts and fades