there's no escape
from the places in your head that only you create
well now, i'm chained to a radiator
bout to lose my head like a mo'f**in gladiator
there no escaping this buffet of crazy
so please tip your waiter, i guess i'm glad i had it catered
somebody order room service, and send up
a side order of psychosis, and blend up
about 10 cups, diagnosis, and then what?
i don't even have a rope that i could be at the end of
already talking to myself like gollum, ain't that swell
this is the way down, it's the bottom of the well
no helps arriving if you ring on the bell
the doors padlocked, this is hell in the cell
no one is coming to save the day
the memories will soon fade away
by your own brain you've been betrayed
there's no good or evil man this is shades of gray
and what this box contains will not stop the pain
will not stop the drain, perhaps rot my brain
it's full of things that you could not contain
that 3rd act twist, sit back and plot this change
and ain't that strange? i guess i never had control
falling down this ordinary rabbit hole
f** a tea party, i'd rather expire
get me a straight jacket grinnin like a cheshire
i'm still the best liar, bringin you the fresh fire
i'm in the mirror sayin give it up and retire
pacing the room, yo it's getting too small for all
permanent markers you know i've done scrawled the walls
with these ideas that i just keep handing out
i've got no road map, you really think i planned this out?
and understanding this is tantamount
i'm sicker than an old man with a van and a candy route