[Intro: Brooks Buford]
Rehab represents various concoctions of what is real
And what lies beyond the blood of the cerebellum and reality
We find that we are only existing in an illusion of time and space
For all the human mind can conjure is what we see before our eyes
But we know that one thing is true, THIS IS ALL REAL!!!!
[Chorus: Danny Boone and Brandy Nerud]
Self esteem on E, mean mugs, I see confusion bruising
My mentality is reality, actually fantasy
Can you tell that I hate me, make me know
Let me see me the way that I should be, please, please, please
[Verse 1: Steaknife]
Making incisions in my head to find my brain and see who's talking to me
Opening my chest and put my heart to rest, now who can do me
Better than insanity, granted be the only thing that's handed down to me
Synthetic visions keep me busy, is he okay? Breathin' that way
Sucking exhaust looking lost, seeming blue, and turning gray
A chemically dependent schizophrenic, retard patient living in withdrawals
Making spirit calls on prescription medication, no persuasion to serenity
Finding peace in mine melodically, she keep yourself through isolation
All else becomes a seizure searching for help and euphoria
Mentally calling Gloria, her syringe fucking me until I bleed
My progressive girlfriend, I burn and soak her up and shoot her through my veins
Keep her warm, rub her eyes, wipe her nose when it drains
Squeeze it tight, hold my breath
Slap her hard before we kiss, she's in my blood
I swear to God she leaves I'll cut my wrists
Rehab represents various concoctions of what is real
And what lies beyond the blood of the cerebellum and reality
We find that we are only existing in an illusion of time and space
For all the human mind can conjure is what we see before our eyes
But we know that one thing is true, THIS IS ALL REAL!!!!
[Chorus: Danny Boone and Brandy Nerud]
Self esteem on E, mean mugs, I see confusion bruising
My mentality is reality, actually fantasy
Can you tell that I hate me, make me know
Let me see me the way that I should be, please, please, please
[Verse 1: Steaknife]
Making incisions in my head to find my brain and see who's talking to me
Opening my chest and put my heart to rest, now who can do me
Better than insanity, granted be the only thing that's handed down to me
Synthetic visions keep me busy, is he okay? Breathin' that way
Sucking exhaust looking lost, seeming blue, and turning gray
A chemically dependent schizophrenic, retard patient living in withdrawals
Making spirit calls on prescription medication, no persuasion to serenity
Finding peace in mine melodically, she keep yourself through isolation
All else becomes a seizure searching for help and euphoria
Mentally calling Gloria, her syringe fucking me until I bleed
My progressive girlfriend, I burn and soak her up and shoot her through my veins
Keep her warm, rub her eyes, wipe her nose when it drains
Squeeze it tight, hold my breath
Slap her hard before we kiss, she's in my blood
I swear to God she leaves I'll cut my wrists
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