Stir Crazy

Stranger times.... difficult to quantify Things that matter at the time Keep it on the outside Like all these Mother fuckers tripping like headless chickens Locked inside, bitching out to familiar walls Repeat again When in doubt they're dwelling in their anger With all of this ignorance They inhibit their healing It feels like there's no escape this time With everything tainted I might just lose my mind Stranger times.... tend to over magnify Start again, the same old signs This time with dismay You know why Flailing like a sequence, simulation Locked up in submission Put the lid back and smoke crack Repeat again Never needed validation And so they're inmates to the prison of repeating It feels like there's no escape this time With everything tainted I might just lose my mind Stop hating yourselves, admit that it's you If I wanted to, I'd admit it