"Controlled" Madness

Duration

5:41

Lyrics

Kiss the seat, then lick the bowl. Lick the bowl! Show me satisfaction, show me control. My mind could always get the best of me. One. Two.. Three... The bathroom floor never maneuvered to my body, every time I moved, my hips and ribs would scrape along the tile. I smile. My expressions alone could accuse me of being fake. My eyes are open, and immediately I start to scan every aspect in my room. I glare at myself, and again I'm inspired. I am back on to my knees. One. Two.. Three... The taste circulates from my vomit stained pond, but the supply is all gone. I stand on a structure, frail and weak, then force every piece to move in sync. Out the door, then down the hall, my body only stumbles until it crawls. My head just crashed into your stairs, but is anyone listening? I'm on the floor while my stomach is screaming, but is anyone listening? Just one last time before I sleep. One. Two.. Three... The morning is fresh, but doesn't smell so sweet. My thoughts are silent, so I rise to my feet. The rhyming is ceased. I get ready for my day with a shower, and a clean set of clothes. As I leave I take a look in to the mirror and force a smile and a wink. Today will be a better day. My things are set, my work is done, so I scoop them all and head to my routine. To anyone on the street, I am as happy as can be, but that is why they don't know me. My thoughts start to shriek their little whispers, but my music over powers practically anything. The building comes closer until I enter and take a seat. The teacher assigns the work, and immediately complaints densely fill there air. I laugh and smile. After the typical school day, I find myself back on the street. It is a beautiful day out, so I walk slow. I just love to bask in the beauty. Just as I do, I see myself in a store window, then my thoughts start to speak. My thoughts become louder, the sweet turns to sour. My feet choose a pace matching my heart rate. I look around and see that everyone has much more beauty than me, so I rush to my room where I can be alone. Do I even want to be alone? I sit and I stare until my eyes start to bleed. One. Two.. Three... My eyes are attached to the toilette water mirror, but does anyone even care? My mind could always get the best of me. One. Two.. Three...