Dr Phil

This one goes out
To all of the people
With a little mental fuse
Who are not alright in the head
Where their thoughts go straight to their shoes

Oh, help me, help me, Dr phil
My minds gone ill I can't sit still no more
There's something wrong

I took some shrooms on the weekend trip
And I'm feeling new and I don't know to sit no more
There's something going on

I'm going paranoid, demons are moving quick
I didn't do a sign yet you fucking prick
Don't play some shit, that I don't think
That you will follow my signal like this

Alright no more

So help me, help me, Dr Phil
My minds gone ill I can't sit still no more
There's something wrong

The darkness of the waters here
Are filling my damn ears with filth
No more

I'm hearing nothing

My ears have gone on deaf before
I scream, I scream but no one comes
To pull me out, to leave me dry
To help me get out my sick mind
But I'm okay, I leave before
The bus has left and I'm no more
My personality is fucked up
I don't know who I am, what's going on

So help me, help me, Dr Phil
My minds gone ill I can't sit still no more
There's something wrong

The buildings, going upside down
My mind don't want to run, no, no
I know
Then I'm not gone

So help me, help me, Dr Phil
My minds so ill I can't sit still no more
What's going on
My friends have all abandoned me
Left before death to strand right here
On my own
My own void of the brain
The plains of where I've left again
I can't come back to help again

They switch up emediatly
The demons they crawl
And they grab on to me
But I don't wanna leave it alone
A self met decay did I do something wrong
I slash and slash at my own damn flesh
To forget the matter that I've landed back
But I
Don't know the name no more
To know that I was, sane before
But I'll go
And brace what I am
Okayy

Sat down buildings will fall
The sky break open the beast will come
Collect ourselves and God will laugh
The devil wasn't real, but he was bad
And God was a dualistic piece of shit
Who landed me back in all of this
But I

Hahahahahaaaa

Ooh
And I will follow down to defuse the night
We'll go again
Yeah

So help me, help me, Dr Phil
The mind is fucking ill
Rotted to the core
I'm leaving my body no more

In a few days

In a few days

In a few days

In a few days

In a few days
I will be a husk of a man
My mind rotted up, I changed who I am
My own eyes can't even follow no more
My speech will have dried up my throat will go
That I will be normal again
Happy in madness, sane again
You are all just like me
Mindless consumerism took by me
Little branding candy store
Kid buy a gun, to shoot up the school again and
Take the backpack with filled to the brim
Off grenades to blow up with it filled sticked to his own

We're lucky no more

We're lucky no more

Jesus was wrong