The things you say should remain unsaid
Zombie children should remain undead
What is it that they put in your head?
It's a power drill to mine out your brains
You stare through your eyes like muddy window pains
Your poured all your pills down porcelain drains
Your fingers are broken from picking your brains
And you've lost your grasp on reality
Everything you say seems so out of place
Talking robots get lost in space
What is that sh** all over your face
It's makeup and your painted like a clown
You constantly trying to put us down
You talk like you know everything around
But your brain is slowly becoming unwound
While you're soul is buried six feet underground
And you've lost your grasp on reality
You say, "What?" I say, "You're joking."
The clock on the wall says it's broken
What made you believe that the gun wasn't loaded?
It was dancing girls and Russian roulette
And you laid it all down a foolish bet
You thought they couldn't see you sweat
As you hid your eyes behind your cigarette
You went it all six but you seem to forget
That the house always wins when you own a debt
And you've lost your grasp on reality
Sometimes I think you just shouldn't speak
The earth someday will inherit the meek
What was that click from under your feet
It's a landmine and you're walking on broken toes
You think they don't but everyone knows
Behind your teeth your lies all show
We all know where liars go
A hurricane wind this way blows
It carries with it the ghost of your soul
And you're cracking up just like Logan Jones
And you've lost your grasp on reality