A Psychiatrist Why

There is nothing wrong with my head
My heart though, its a mess
There is nothing wrong with my head
My soul though, it's a mess
My morals: a mess...

EVERYTHING'S ONE PERSON, WE'RE NOT EVEN ARTICULATING, NO;
WE'RE TALKING
EVERYTHING'S ONE SYSTEM, WE'RE NOT EVEN COMMUNICATING, NO;
WE'RE TALKING

I am
Repetitive
Repettetative
Repetettetettetetteteta hahaha repetitive
Rattattattatta rap repetitive
Repetepe rapatapa rakkakka

EVERYTHING'S ONE PERSON, WE'RE NOT EVEN ARTICULATING, NO;
WE'RE TALKING
AN OPTICAL ILLUSION THAT MAKE IT APPEAR
LIKE WE'RE APART EVEN THOUGH WE'RE FLOCKING

WHATEVER YOU THINK:
IF GOD WERE TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU HE WOULD
USE EVERYTHING AROUND YOU TO TRY TO SAY TO YOU.
LIKE THE BIGGEST SURROUNDSYSTEM OUTSIDE OF YOU
AND YOU KNOW THAT I'VE DONE NOTHING OUTSIDE OF YOU



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Writer(s): Melanie Is Demented, Wormfood Recs
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