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Inside of My Face

album: Affected by the Moon (2002), track 6 of 13
author: Chuck Pyle
publisher: Bee 'n' Flower Music BMI

A day can turn into certain disaster
When you're the servant and your mind is the master
You become the director of a tragic play
Where none of the actors seem to see it your way
Stuck in your head with this arrogant snob
You'd think he would've thought himself out of a job

Because he's petty, he's stingy, he's paranoid
You'd fire the jerk, but you're self-employed
When you've had about all of yourself you can take
You begin to plan this kind of prison break
Where you get yourself busy, figuring something out
You get out of your head and you begin to shout

Help me, I am trapped on the inside of my face
I woke up from a nap, my brainstem in my face
Down boy, sit, roll over, stay
Anybody know any psycho feng shui?
Help me, I am trapped on the inside of my face

So with your brain stuck in the "on" position
You drag yourself to a mental physician
Who shakes his head at your furtive stare,
And says "Never be alone when you go in there
Everything you say will be misunderstood
'Cause your mind is like a bad neighborhood!

"Maybe it's from back there in your psychoactive years
You might've stripped some really important gear
From doing what the little voices tell you to do
It's dark in there, and... it's dark in there
I think its damaged way beyond fixing
Some parts are broken, some are missing"

Help me, I am trapped on the inside of my face
Something snapped, and now I'm being chased
My brainstem's on a frontal attack
Somebody help me get myself back
I am trapped on the inside of my face

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch
Everybody's point of view, gathered in a bunch
People with opinions believing one another
Till its brain against brain, brother against brother
Inside everybody there's a chip off the Main Frame
Impossible to find when you're thinking with the brain

No amount of thinkin's going to find this place
When your brainstem's in control of your face
All the little voices driving you to the brink
Of believing everything that you think
Your true whereabouts remain unknown
The lights are on, and EVERYBODY'S home

Help me, I am trapped on the inside of my face
I have been kidnapped, this impostor's taken my place
Be afraid, be very afraid
Reptilian gangliates
Are over-running the inside of my face

The bigger the front, the bigger the back
Out of my mind, leave a message
Reality has been known to cause stress
To those who are in touch with it
Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Intruder alert!

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