E(RRR)atic Erotic Video (MV)

Hey, hey, nice to meet ya
It's cool to finally greet ya
But I'm sure you all know who I am
I'm known in all of this land
I've shaken everybody's hands
For I will not let you rot since you thought I forgot
To give a single damn

They know me as the erratic erotic
Cause I know life's kinda psychotic
The tiniest bit of a hit
Will make it a little chaotic
That moniker's not mine
I pick it up from time to time
They talk in prose, the ones who chose
My character and my design

Come on, join the party
Bellow out a laugh quite hearty
Even if it's started, join the fray
I show up to the wildest things
Hangovers from the mildest rings
Woah, that's a lie, don't know why I even tried to deny
To believe that you I could swayyyyyy...

I don't know why that came out the way it did
Heaven knows if I'll try to forbid
What is "did", D.I.D? Though that's not really me
While I'm lying as long as I live

But I'll start to smile
We may be here a while
I don't think that I choose where this goes
It's forced upon whatever hellish victim the public will relish
(But who knows what I know, I'm matching toe to toe)
But maybe we should just go

They know me as the erratic erotic
Cause I know life's kinda psychotic
The tiniest bit of a hit
Will make it a little chaotic
That moniker's not mine
I pick it up from time to time
They talk in prose, the ones who chose
My character and my design

Don't you think it's weird
That I have zero control
(But my life should be mine, not be theirs all the time)
(And it's starting to take a toll!)

(Who even)

Is the erratic erotic
And why is it that they're psychotic
It's kinda funny that I have no clue
What I am supposed to do
Ironic!
Irony is funny
Because here the actual dummy
Is me thinking that with a little something
I can end all of this suffering

Suffering beyond boundaries, struggling beyond belief
In my life I am not the hero - I'm the comic relief

Why am I the erratic erotic
Is it my life that's psychotic
The tiniest bit of a hit
Will make me NOT GIVE A SINGLE SHIT
That moniker's not mine
I'm forced into it every time
They talk in prose, the ones who chose
My character and my design

(Don't f*cking)
Call me erratic erotic
I am not your f*cking toy
I am not a trained chimpanzee
To bring you happiness and joy
What is mine is mine but mine
None of salvation is divine
Who chose what goes, who chose who knows
What's theirs and what is mine
What's theirs and what is mine
(Salvation is not divine)
What's theirs and what is mine
(I'm not something to define)
(Not someone to build a shrine)
(Not someone you can assign)
(Or resign or confine)

WHAT IN MY LIFE'S REALLY MINE?!