Phantom Limb

You are my phantom limb, I feel your presence
Even in absence you plague my senses

Vague and relentless you hide right outside
My periphery vision, I can hear you listening

To my deepest thoughts, whispering secret fears
Disappear in the distance as if you weren't even there

Espionage. Sabotage
A mirage'd dialogue camouflaged
As an odd monologue with a god

A social pathway. A psycho's analysis
The shadow man holds me down
Sleep is paralysis

Eroding my image, chipping little by little
It'll whittle down my mind with invisible chisels

Myriad mirrors in my mind's funhouse
Jesters be gesturing the clowns to come out

I'm a mime of myself, silent, but deadly
How much time is left? I find it unsettling

If there's air to breathe, there's air to fly. Care to try?
Best beware that flying is just falling
Till you're all out of air and die

I'm a dizzy dandelion spinning in the wind
Whirling like a dervish nervous searching for a purpose

Or a friend. Or a foe I don't know. I'm loco
Motive go full steam ahead on a runaway train

Jump off the track, I offer that as a matter of the fact
I suffered that fool gladly madly in a lover's spat

It's a needle to my nerve stimulating my hate
A necessary evil word imitating my fate

In the mirror getting clearer is the lurk of a smirk
Not my own, it's appearing someone else is hard at work

Thunder rumbling like a hungry stomach
Did I summon someone like a subtle drumming
Is he coming? Is he drunken?

Being sober's over. Being older's colder
This is getting out of line. I'm a broken roller coaster

Propose a toast to an unholy ghost
Overdosed comatose'd in a lucid dream

It would seem it's passively aggressive, massively oppressive
I guess if you could classify it, it's actually depression

Don't ask me no questions, I have all the answers
If ignorance is bliss, I'm too smart for my own good

Symbolic of an alcoholic, couldn't see the sign

So I handed over the keys and got driven out my fucking mind

If there's air to breathe, there's air to fly, Care to try?

Best beware that flying is just falling
Till you're all out of air and die

I'm a dizzy dandelion spinning in the wind

Whirling like a dervish nervous searching for a purpose

Or a friend. Or a foe. I don't know. I'm loco
Motive go full steam ahead on a runaway train

Jump off the track. I offer that as a matter of the fact
I suffered that fool gladly madly in a lover's spat

I take it back. Wait for that. Fade to black. Maybe white.
Maybe wrong. Maybe right. Maybe left. I made a left.

And a left. And a left. I was left right back where I started
Righting wrongs writing songs. Moving it right along.

Life is long. Death is short. It's of course a point of view
Pointing to an origin of the two who become so undone

The little prince is schizophrenic in a clinic
In a panic stranded on this distant planet

Your paradox puzzles the contradictions
Of the enigma's labyrinth of opposition

That just means I'm confused. It's apparent

That just means I refuse to fuse together coherence

That just means I'm confused by your appearance

That just means I just abused the interference

That just means I've just used some narcotics

That just means I bruised my sense of logic

That just means I have no clue. I'm psychotic

That just means I have to acknowledge
That I don't know what this means

That I don't know what it seems like to you
Because you and me are different things

If there's air to breathe, there's air to fly care to try?
Best beware that flying is just falling
Till you're all out of air and die

I'm a dizzy dandelion spinning in the wind
Whirling like a dervish nervous searching for a purpose

Or a friend. Or a foe. I don't know. I'm loco
Motive go full steam ahead on a runaway train

Jump off the track.
I offer that as a matter of the fact
I suffered that fool gladly madly in a lover's spat

I take it back. Wait for that. Fade to black. Maybe white.
Maybe wrong. Maybe right. Maybe left. I made a left.

And a left. And a left. I was left right back
Where I started righting wrongs writing songs

Moving it right along. Life is long. Death is short. It's of course
A point of view pointing to an origin of the two

Who become so undone, the little prince is schizophrenic
In a clinic, in a panic stranded on this distant planet