Deranged

Shit

Don't answer to the empty questions asked in the mirror
Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself
If you can hear these deranged thoughts, you'd think I need help
But don't just stand there, get me some then

In a land where my mind, travellin' through different times
Ancient clocks on the wall, can tell if the left hand was right
Illusive dreams through the night, nightmares, and a brighter than day
The concepts of this is backwards, is this the way it should be?
Well, I'm just following motion, no need to prevent the emotion
Of bein' close to the psychedelic corruptive
Explosions and now these wounds became frozen
I'm numb to the pain, the chemical effect is potent
Drink up

I'm confused by confusion, and I find it all so confusin'
To match the dove with the sky
Or like the winner with losin', I think I'm losin' my mind
And it don't help that I'm 3000 years into life
Fuck it
I'm an old woman strollin' down the streets, so what's new
Reflectin' on how I grew, into this bitter pursuit
But now I'm left with myself, I might as well take in the view
Shit weren't like this back in my day

Don't answer to the empty questions asked in the mirror
Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself
If you can hear these deranged thoughts, you'd think I need help
But don't you stand there, get me some then

Don't answer to the questions asked in the mirror
Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself
If you can hear these deranged thoughts, you'd think I need help
Yeah

I'm a troubled woman with a troubled past and a troubled mind
I'm a friend to trouble, and you can hear in these troubled lines
The young will never know
That they're living a troubled life, and no one will tell 'em
That defines an illusion
Some say I'm delusional, and I say the vanity is fluent
Like a blood transfusion, left in a constitution
No backbone, no mobilisation, spinal fusion
My wisdom is too much for you to consume, I know

But you shall listen to these stories that you will be told
And if you bite the hand that feeds you, you will starve to your bones
A thinner than the veins, that are piercing out of my soul
This is-, let me not start

Mummy told me to count my blessings, when I was younger
I would rather watch a storm and the thunder
The lightning striking
Watch it take the world under, the world I used to wonder
The seven wonders and now I found it the eighth
I discovered if only I listen, and I wasn't so stubborn
Then maybe
Who the fuck am I kidding?

Don't answer to the questions asked in the mirror
Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself
If you can hear these deranged thoughts, you'd think I need help