The day can turn into certain disaster
When you’re the servant and the mind is the master.
You become the director of a tragic play
Where none of the actors see it your way.
Stuck in your head with this arrogant snob,
You’d think he would have thought himself out of a job
Because he’s petty, stingy, paranoid.
You’d fire the jerk but you’re self-employed.
You’ve had about all of yourself you can take
And you begin to plan this prison break
Where you get yourself busy figuring something out
And you get out of your head and you begin to shout…
Help me, I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
I woke up from a nap, brainstem all over the place.
Down Boy. Sit. Roll over. Stay.
Anybody know any psycho feng shui?
‘Cause I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
So with your brain stuck in the “On” position
You drag yourself to a mental physician.
And he shakes his head at your furtive stare,
He says “Never, never be alone when you go in there.”
Anything you say’ll be misunderstood,
‘Cause your mind is like a bad neighborhood.
Maybe it’s from back there in your psycho-active years,
You might’ve stripped some really important gear.
It’s dark in there and it’s dangerous, too,
From doing what all the little voices have been telling you to do.
And I think it’s damaged way beyond fixing.
Some parts are broken. Some are missing.
Help me, I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
I woke up, something snapped,
Now the real me is being erased.
They’re launching a frontal attack.
Somebody help me get the real me back.
I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
So it turned out that reality is just a collective hunch,
Points of view all gathered in a bunch.
People with opinions believing one another,
Brain against brain, brother against brother.
We’re all chips off the same mainframe, you know.
It’s just hard to find when you’re thinking with this brain.
So no amount of thinking is gonna find the place
When the brainstem’s in control of the face.
All the little voices drive you to the brink
Of believing everything that you think.
And your true whereabouts remains unknown.
The lights are on and EVERYBODY’S home.
Help me, I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
I woke up kidnapped, this imposter taking my place.
Be afraid… be very afraid…
Reptilian gangleates are overrunning the inside of my face.
Out of my mind…..
Leave a message.
~Chuck Pyle
Meanwhile, I'm s-t-i-l-l thinkin'....
Shakura Cathryn
MoonSinger.com
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When you’re the servant and the mind is the master.
You become the director of a tragic play
Where none of the actors see it your way.
Stuck in your head with this arrogant snob,
You’d think he would have thought himself out of a job
Because he’s petty, stingy, paranoid.
You’d fire the jerk but you’re self-employed.
You’ve had about all of yourself you can take
And you begin to plan this prison break
Where you get yourself busy figuring something out
And you get out of your head and you begin to shout…
Help me, I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
I woke up from a nap, brainstem all over the place.
Down Boy. Sit. Roll over. Stay.
Anybody know any psycho feng shui?
‘Cause I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
So with your brain stuck in the “On” position
You drag yourself to a mental physician.
And he shakes his head at your furtive stare,
He says “Never, never be alone when you go in there.”
Anything you say’ll be misunderstood,
‘Cause your mind is like a bad neighborhood.
Maybe it’s from back there in your psycho-active years,
You might’ve stripped some really important gear.
It’s dark in there and it’s dangerous, too,
From doing what all the little voices have been telling you to do.
And I think it’s damaged way beyond fixing.
Some parts are broken. Some are missing.
Help me, I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
I woke up, something snapped,
Now the real me is being erased.
They’re launching a frontal attack.
Somebody help me get the real me back.
I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
So it turned out that reality is just a collective hunch,
Points of view all gathered in a bunch.
People with opinions believing one another,
Brain against brain, brother against brother.
We’re all chips off the same mainframe, you know.
It’s just hard to find when you’re thinking with this brain.
So no amount of thinking is gonna find the place
When the brainstem’s in control of the face.
All the little voices drive you to the brink
Of believing everything that you think.
And your true whereabouts remains unknown.
The lights are on and EVERYBODY’S home.
Help me, I’m trapped on the inside of my face.
I woke up kidnapped, this imposter taking my place.
Be afraid… be very afraid…
Reptilian gangleates are overrunning the inside of my face.
Out of my mind…..
Leave a message.
~Chuck Pyle
Meanwhile, I'm s-t-i-l-l thinkin'....
Shakura Cathryn
MoonSinger.com
MoonSinger.net
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