Jester

Yeah yeah I took a lot of them quaaludes With a bottle of Grey Goose And I'm talking to Jesus like "who should I pray to" I'm prey to my demons too Gotta keep it moving, I can't see the roof F*ck what the people assuming I'm having an outer body Hallucinating, what are you debating Life is never like a Susan Baker movie Everyday is not a holiday It is more like a Luis Bunuel & Salvador Dali Ah F*ck real, I'm keeping it surreal Motherfuck mills, I've been writing my will Ready to die I don't wanna give, I don't wanna take I don't wanna love, I don't wanna hate I don't wanna live, I don't wanna pray I don't wanna uh These are the notes of a schizophrenic insomniac On gin and tonic & cognac Skeletons of my personalities hopping out of my cranium I'm talking to her as someone else so baby I'm Sorry, gotta confess What the f*ck's this drug test I love it when you get so angry And you love it when I see you undress Chronicles of a lonely soul Your legs my only hope I don't wanna die in the real world So keep me in you, lets overdose Yeah Psychology can't explain this dichotomy Or duality No way who knows Anyways don't tell mama that I had a couple Snowflakes in my nose on occasion My body blazing but I'm feeling cold Frostbit The TV's on I don't even know what I'm watching I know that I'm not even blinking or thinking My static is full of images of people with no faces All naked with their toes shaking & walking in puddles of blood I shave my eyebrows off This might be my downfall Its like I'm in a Cronenberg universe With Satanic women worshipping Lucifer (cause my God) Right then Eve comes up to me to bite my neck Then she says, "Hey Adam, bite this apple Honey I think you're gonna like my taste" Right then I wipe my face & I end up in a lonely room Where I see no tomorrows in shattered pieces of broken bottles Having dreams of nasty scenes Anarchy is not in staccato F*ck Get out No Hallelujah, paranoia I'm the Judas to my Jesus I'm the Brutus to my Caesar I'm a super non-believer in all the evil Am I breathing Oh eureka (oh) Should've died already (oh) Should've died already (whoa) Having a vision, looking in the mirror Looking at a fucking jester getting ready Red balloons, so majestic All the gestures of a broken mess with a headache But everything is copacetic. Get it? F*ck it My brain is an aquarium in oblivion and delirium I don't know, no no Maybe I don't really wanna know Maybe I don't wanna let go (no) I don't even think I wanna stay I can never make up my mind I've been to hell and back Guess I need a better half I'mma put her on a pedestal Say "Ciao Bella", we would laugh like Adam picks himself up off the ground Wipes the blood off his face and hands And continues watching television A 15 minute short film called 'Storms' has just started Adam Morelli watching 'Storms', a short film