I love it when you get neurotic! All the underside erotic thoughts The nightmare spikes But I'm grinning, it's exactly like Mirror talking in contempt Now I know no-one's exempt From releasing a hidden psychosis Splits second revelations I feel you feel I know too much It seems can't do anything right I know you know I feel too much It seems I can't do anything right And when the other real me And when the other real you Get close enough to be One out of two We'll back off denying as we even prove it By making excuses that far from remove it I feel you feel I know too much It seems can't do anything right I know you know I feel too much It seems I can't do anything right Personal shame at revealing ourselves k**s off the contact we need to survive If we tap at the source and say 'What the hell?' We'll know who we are and we'll feel more alive We'll feel more alive That's how the theories go -- I can't do... But who's to say it's right? -- anything right We contradict each other -- I can't do... Then say the other's got it right -- anything right We take it to extremes -- I can't do... Just to conclude it feels alright -- anything right When we stop talking to ourselves -- I can't do... Who do we turn to to say right! -- anything right Shut up! It's alright really! It's alright really! Now it's alright really! It's alright! Really!