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