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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