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letra de second sight seer! s! (2222024 edit) - will wood

[intro]
ah, ah, ah, ah

[verse 1]
my grip on my secrets slipping while i’m speaking in tongues
screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
take it with a pillar of salt, h.a.l.t., it’s not my fault
the devil made me do it, but i also kinda wanted to
i’m cut from a different kind of meat
more than you can chew, hard to swallow me
forget bored stiff, i got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity
how can i commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and i like what i see?
baby, i may be crazy but i didn’t lose it, no i set it free

[pre-chorus]
i can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat
but i still move my feet
to slip out of this groove, i’m free
now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
and maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah

[chorus]
i’m just a psycho, babe
come and go out my mind
i didn’t lose it, babe
there wasn’t much to find
i’m just a psycho, babe
come and go out my mind
i’m only passing through
oh, oh, o-o-oh
[verse 2]
if you knew what i knew, if you saw what i see
you’d look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream
and i know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep
but i got facts and i’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front
some days i’m glad that i am a madman and i’d rather be that than
an amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal
but i’m more level-headed and clever than ever and i’m getting better one forever at a time
and if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die

[pre-chorus]
vice-versa, vice versus virtue
well who i am i choose through all the things i do
and if it rhymes, it’s true, but i hate poetry
now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
with no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality

[chorus]
i’m just a psycho, babe
come and go out my mind
i didn’t lose it babe
there wasn’t much to find
i’m just a psycho, babe
come and go out my mind
i’m only passing through
oh, oh, o-o-oh
i’m just a psycho, babe
come and go out my mind
i didn’t lose it babe
there wasn’t much to find
i’m just a psycho, babe
come and go out my mind
a tourist passing through
well that was fun, goodbye

- will wood

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