Keep my brain, I want another It gets worse as I get old I couldn't bear to look again Scratch until it all comes off Little bugs that hold on Push them all away Whip crack, paranoia I feel it chasing again Short sharp radiations Shake and rattle on all day We got it all just figured out It gets worse when you know how Let it in, When you're practicing your sin When there's nothing wrong with anything Or let it show, I see it punching at your skull Or just hide and pray for anything Thank f** I'm so bad at remembering Greedy thoughts they come around Chasing what we'll never have You could hope Change your skin and let it in Don't chase a virtue to a sin You could hope