Algorithm - Head Games lyrics

[VERSE I] It all began with the crying of children Searching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled in Boiling temperatures had the paint on the walls peeling The sh** done hit the fan now maneur dripping off the ceiling I directly below showered in excrement Bitterly refusing the recommended daily dose of medicine Bible scriptures just a play thing, making spitballs Out of the new and old testament Immersed in a demented game of chicken with my own shadows Screaming let my image go to the silhouette pharoah He won't budge I won't shake/ He won't move/ I won't escape There's no judge, it ain't safe I must soothe These headaches Unrest got me biting my fingernails down to the knuckle Solitaire with a deck of cards unshuffled My land lady provided me with a patch of leathery Flesh to keep my mouth muffled I must repent I scuffle With a couple Of heavy belt buckles Whipping 'em across my back creating welts and sore muscles It shall never cease until I cleanse my soul [VERSE II] A dozen picture frames picture frames shattered on the bathroom floor A spouse who chose adultery over matrimony forever yours Blood stains the tile Tic Tac Toe style My X won it all- The dog, the house, the cars, the Bank accounts, the kids and all the while I'm slowly going down The stairway to heaven like a slinky hellbound I'm lost in a spiral defeated fetal position A train of thought with an altered course headed for fatal collision The jagged gla** stepping stones as I hopscotch with wounded feet Misery serenades me with tunes of mystique Hide and seek Enchanting isn't it This damning dizziness In a whirlwind twister raving and ranting silliness The night the music stopped And blind thieves with horns watched And stared As I wallow in self-pity and despair No reason to keep up the pace but no place to take Five they've stolen my chair The odd man out- I'm it tagging Jack daniels with alcohol abuse I duck duck goose A makeshift noose Hanging from the ceiling fan Pinata loathing the tattered remains of a broken down family man What went wrong, what was missing, I try to spell it out The grief overwhelms I gotta yell it out Pa** out on a sofa bed couch It'll be a new day tomorrow I must suppress the sorrow Or face the possibility of losing my profession I'll do my best to counsel that dysfunctional family During their next session