[Verse 1 Twisted Imagery] You were happy to see me yesterday But today you just look away You say you need space I say I need less to suffocate With razor blades I medicate I meditate to elevate to Heavens Gate Get turned down at the door, a Hellish fate You tried to help me, and I called you a bitch Because a helping hand morphed into a clenched fist Hit me in the gut, and if you had a bullet Id wish Youd pull it and not aim for the heart because surely youd miss My head is something that the sane will not dare to explore My family doesnt trust me, Padlocks on their doors Sometimes I find myself yanking the chain too tight Until reality bites, just for spite, serves me right I find it hard to sleep So I think to myself, maybe if I die Ill rest in peace Ill leave you with memories, The best of me The rest of me youll have to forget, so I guess its best I leave [Hook Twisted Imagery The Verbal Surgeon X2] I go toe to toe and wrestle myself to a split decision My indecisions means its hard to fit in I teeter on the edge of insanities borders And Im bound to go over Miss Diagnosis wrote the order [Verse 2 Twisted Imagery] Say hi to my disorder, say hi to my disorder! I love you, I hate you, I hate you, I love you, bipolar They say Im antisocial, like dyslexics, cant be read Instead I publish all the transcripts in my head So the narrative must be bad for my health Because the dialogue is between me and myself I just wanted love, they fucked me up with their drugs So the straight jackets been the closest thing to a hug My lifes a bad comedy say hello to the hostess A toast from hopless to Miss Diagnosis Whos been my drug dealer since the age of twelve Supplying the student body, pushing the product for wealth I pull the curtain back in this play Im sick of hurting Sick of working for a circus surplus, Im certain That if I had a pure thought my mind wouldnt be a virgin Im sick of talking, Ill leave it to Verbal Surgeon [Hook Twisted Imagery The Verbal Surgeon X2] I go toe to toe and wrestle myself to a split decision My indecisions means its hard to fit in I teeter on the edge of insanities borders And Im bound to go over Miss Diagnosis wrote the order [Verse 3 The Verbal Surgeon] Yeah... The Verbal Surgeon... Real Rap Yo! Im feeling prescription pains From the medication flowing through my veins According to my characteristics Im far from sane Now Im battling myself and whos the one to blame No one but the bottle with the label baring my name 10 milligrams force fed as the solution A pharmaceutical amphetamine pure body pollution I used to think I couldnt make it through the day Without a daily dosage of my daily poison in this game of life I play A different path I stray it took some time to find the way To come to terms with myself and realize without it Im okay I dont need the counseling or your suggestions My mind is what I need to survive I use it as a weapon Im trying to better myself and so Im working hard To tear down these emotional barriers and forget the scars Im never looking back my eyes are on the road ahead Theres much to lose and much to gain in time before Im dead [Hook Twisted Imagery The Verbal Surgeon X2] I go toe to toe and wrestle myself to a split decision My indecisions means its hard to fit in I teeter on the edge of insanities borders And Im bound to go over Miss Diagnosis wrote the order
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