Alternative TV - Poor Association lyrics

A chance to see the other me is coming soon on the next full moon Why did, why did it happen? Maybe the masters lied (so true) I kiss with my lips your fingertips, a word comes out you scream and shout: "Cut out, cut out her tongue, to stop my endless words" I burn the book before they took me to the room, the interview room No choice, no choice but to nod, I write cat, cat on the pad (poor a**ociation) My dada voice that had no choice but to put me in a cage I walked to the wall, turned 'round, walked back, sit down [...] as I look into the mirror and understand my dream