The Garden Party - My Psychosis

Nothing's been the fucking same
Something boils in my veins
I can feel it rushing in
Touch me and I'll fucking break

My Psychosis, My Psychosis
Psychosis! Psychosis
My Psychosis, My Psychosis
Psychosis! Psychosis

Is he crazy? Does that make me paranoid or aware
I know they're talking about me crazy, I can see by their stare
I should have stayed inside the house, now I don't know why I'm here
But I could break their fucking faces if they look at me weird
Look I over sleep
I under eat
My own company is what comforts me
I can't find my feet
It don't run for me
I keep crawling on with my legs tied
And my fake smile
And my dead eyes
I got scratched wrists
I got red thighs
I take white pills
I got a rope tied
I got a gun loaded and
LIFE

Nothing's been the fucking same
Something boils in my veins
I can feel it rushing in
Touch me and I'll fucking break

My Psychosis, My Psychosis
Psychosis! Psychosis
My Psychosis, My Psychosis
Psychosis! Psychosis

I find it difficult to get out of my bed
My thoughts are piling up inside my fucking head
There is no colour in skies, all is dead
There is no colour in my eyes, seeing red
I couldn't smile if you drew it on my face
The roof above me isn't blocking out the rain
The food I eat, it seems it hasn't any taste
And I'm sick of feeling like a waste of space... CAGED

GO
AHHH
(It hurts)
(It hurts)
(It hurts)
(It hurts)

I have to get this monkey off my back
My Psychosis, My Psychosis
Psychosis! Psychosis
My Psychosis, My Psychosis
Psychosis! Psychosis

Written by:
Christian Peachey, Joseph Beisty, Kenan Mehmed, Space Chimp

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