Lyrics Disassociation - Notebook.

I′m a bit neurotic. Ever since a toddler, had a twisted logic
Carl Jung couldn't shift the rotten, unfitted psyche that has slipped unconscious
It′s demonic; Freudian deposits. Psychotherapy could spot it
Narcissism and Gnosticism mixed with Nihilistic doctrines
Sitting pretty with a millimeter to my driftin' noggen
I would cover the room in all-black; scenery as dim as heart is
Still as Gothic as the inner-walling of a Temple. Honest
I've done caught the spirit; offered a part of me that I can′t live with gone

Disassociated face
Pendulum that′s made to swing
I would use that shit to hang...
But this brain's a noose from day to day
Disassociated face
Pendulum that′s made to swing
I would use that shit to hang...
But this brain's a noose from day to day

Scream Therapy
My halo leaks kerosene and bleeds terribly
Lit match against the streams. Each sclera seems
Like a Black-Hole Sun. My Sound Garden′s full of treachery
Rest in Peace to Chris Cornell. He was telling me
Bipolar Hybrid Theories. Chester felt the enemy
I heard the message that you sent before your exiting
No one gets the complexities that depression leaves
Pains of realism and higher thought
I'm exhausted. Violent parts
I′ve been cautious of the diagnostic
Personality-splits. The sides don't cross
I'm a liar offering solid truth from a six-sided coffin; full of life, embalmed
Paradoxical head-space. Upright, but I′m dead-weight

My Animus is animate, speaking to me
My Animus is animate, speaking to me

Build your dream, I′ll judge you with it
Reality: I won't permit it
Dreams to nightmares, watch me twist it
Project it back until you get it

Disassociated face
Pendulum that′s made to swing
I would use that shit to hang...
But this brain's a noose from day to day
Disassociated face
Pendulum that′s made to swing
I would use that shit to hang...
But this brain's a noose from day to day

My Animus is animate, speaking to me
My Animus is animate, speaking to me