Show Me the Blueprints.

I wanna get this done right
So show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints
Show me all the blueprints

Suffer cerebral
A slave to absurd vexing routine
The chains of dense grey matter
Constrain a rationale
Pleading to be set free
A ritualistic scourge upon the psyche
The superstitions and tics
An insidious nuisance
A plague of compulsions
That feed on the need for control

My right brain is telling me there's no salvation
In counting the numbers of steps that I take
Or in blinking at fives at the people I love
I'm completely aware of the fact I am not
In control of what happens
But I can't shake these habits
It's driving me batshit
Please queue the casket

What keeps me insistent
These tics keep us safe
Is it some vague solipsistic?
Unease in my brain
One that feeds on my logic
Until I just can't refrain
From repeating some task often odd and inane
I'm a slave to these cycles my psyche is sick
When I know it's nonsensical
Why can't I quit?
I'm at a loss

The repetition is grinding me down
Appeasing compulsions
Day in and day out such a chore
But if I fail to comply
That incomplete ritual
Gnaws at the back of my mind
Until I'm just beside myself
And it's impossible
To focus on anything else
I try to hide it
Because I'm embarrassed and fear
The disorder could seize all control

Suffer cerebral
A slave to absurd vexing routine
The chains of dense grey matter
Constrain a rationale
Pleading to be set free
A ritualistic scourge upon the psyche
The superstitions and tics
An insidious nuisance
It feeds on the need for control



Credits
Writer(s): Whitney Rae Flynn, Jesse Edward Sendejas
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