Johnny
Fuck I'm becoming the Underground Man again
Cynically sinister, dissociated mannequin
Try not to be too much of a cunt when I can
Delusional, paranoid, disposable animal
Borrow me your shot gun, may I man?
It's just gonna take one klick-bang
Bang bang my head on the wall
Grey matter, dark matter does it mater at all?
Pitfall into emotional illiteracy
Dissing myself now where is all the discipline?
Assuming I should've taken more mescaline
Hunter talk to me, Oscar rescue them
Will yourself out of this agony
Energy creation, wrong, entropy
My brain is the equivalent of the human centipede
Manage the sensations, masochistic energy
Hi, here is Johnny
I'm inside your mind
You thought you were on me?
I've been on you all the time
Dude that shit is disturbing
Yeah I know but I can't help it, keep immersing
In ostentatious narcissistic nihilistic combinations
Immolations arsonistic mutilations taking place
Inside my head causing
Inward-collapse couldn't
Pin point my finger on the synaptic triggers
For those cringe zombie figures that keep lingering and distorting
My insular cortex dystopian forces forcing portions
Of my split personality
Into frantically romantically reporting gory stories
Memento mori
Cerebral sorting has gotten to boring borderline pouring
Touring test me cause I'm guessing
There must be something artificially infesting
Hi, here is Johnny
I'm inside your mind
You thought you were on me?
I've been on you all the time
Beg your pardon, a bit of salience
Now it hit me when Lex said that aliens
Might be the very thoughts inside my mind
So, wait what? Those psychotic themes might have never been mine, right
Now I'm feeling mentally promiscuous
Makes me stiffen up better sniff that up
But the cocainism makes my brain cells drizzle
And then showcase wisdom of a dysfunctional system
Erratic exorcism
Reason has missed them, junkies don't listen
Yet you better not diss them
Redrum, black drum, any drum hanging in
Kensington tranq been preventing them from panicking
And examining paranoia trafficking
Pandora's box been opened
Shadows crossing in
Hi, here is Johnny
I'm inside your mind
You thought you were on me?
I've been on you all the time
Cynically sinister, dissociated mannequin
Try not to be too much of a cunt when I can
Delusional, paranoid, disposable animal
Borrow me your shot gun, may I man?
It's just gonna take one klick-bang
Bang bang my head on the wall
Grey matter, dark matter does it mater at all?
Pitfall into emotional illiteracy
Dissing myself now where is all the discipline?
Assuming I should've taken more mescaline
Hunter talk to me, Oscar rescue them
Will yourself out of this agony
Energy creation, wrong, entropy
My brain is the equivalent of the human centipede
Manage the sensations, masochistic energy
Hi, here is Johnny
I'm inside your mind
You thought you were on me?
I've been on you all the time
Dude that shit is disturbing
Yeah I know but I can't help it, keep immersing
In ostentatious narcissistic nihilistic combinations
Immolations arsonistic mutilations taking place
Inside my head causing
Inward-collapse couldn't
Pin point my finger on the synaptic triggers
For those cringe zombie figures that keep lingering and distorting
My insular cortex dystopian forces forcing portions
Of my split personality
Into frantically romantically reporting gory stories
Memento mori
Cerebral sorting has gotten to boring borderline pouring
Touring test me cause I'm guessing
There must be something artificially infesting
Hi, here is Johnny
I'm inside your mind
You thought you were on me?
I've been on you all the time
Beg your pardon, a bit of salience
Now it hit me when Lex said that aliens
Might be the very thoughts inside my mind
So, wait what? Those psychotic themes might have never been mine, right
Now I'm feeling mentally promiscuous
Makes me stiffen up better sniff that up
But the cocainism makes my brain cells drizzle
And then showcase wisdom of a dysfunctional system
Erratic exorcism
Reason has missed them, junkies don't listen
Yet you better not diss them
Redrum, black drum, any drum hanging in
Kensington tranq been preventing them from panicking
And examining paranoia trafficking
Pandora's box been opened
Shadows crossing in
Hi, here is Johnny
I'm inside your mind
You thought you were on me?
I've been on you all the time
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Writer(s): Jesse Reef
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