Schizophreniac

Easy I flake out as I speak the words that my soul don't wanna say Changing my colors as focus brings out My subtle shades of grey Well it's the brain child from the histile, people of the rock Got 66 rounds of schizophrenic sounds Yet I stress in the realm of the mental No rental cause for applause like yental Gentle on the wire 'cause I rock the gondola A string habitat Spare me no room for the fat Pat the ground with the head that much prefer the clouds The mind of the Pahrisee is subject to the gravity We must avoid the gravity Don't show ya heads 'round here 'cause you're bound to lose 'em The strain will make ya choose 'em