Jesus Christ, the guy inside that painting just moved
I’m serious here. But you scoff at me in my rubber room
Acting sly you sadly try to craftily pry into my shatterproof mind
The unseen strings, I see their seams
So you basely deem me a crazy freak. What good are secrets that leak?
White coats in the room
Say I’m insane, but they’ve got no proof
You think I’ll take this abuse?
Then it’s you who this jacket should be strapped to
No offense, but tell the feds to get a new shrink
Delirious fear keeps me up cause they attack when you blink
Pathetically, you desperately, try to get me to see that there’s no conspiracy
But I won’t buy that clever lie
Hey, surveillance spies and psychic satellites: free me or meet your demise