I dont need protection from anything
Your actions and habits are generally Speaking predetermined universal Patterns
You choose the area to occupy
Demons in hell or angels in heaven sanctified
However we choose to situate ourselves
There aint no boogeyman
Just fixed points in the cosmos of self
Intergalactic continental shelf
I direct your attention to stage left of my mental health
What we become is what we love most
All that we lost is what we held close
Monsters and heroes
However we choose to soothe our Little oh oh's
Recognize
This was all my idea yo
I made this
Asking god please
A fairytale of servants on their knees hoping to receive
Absolving themselves of personal responsibility by deferring judgement to an authority
Consigning themselves to futility
Requesting pity from an unaffected cosmic karmic majority
They indifferent to outcome
We are the ones playing the game
Willing participants at the end of days
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
Lord take nothing away from me
Grateful patron of the day
Walking this path every which way
Jesus say thou shalt not tempt the lord Thy God
Im straight Telling god
Disprove my prejudice
Edit my narrative
Take what i say as a foundation for character development
Broken shattered marble blocks of egoic attachments
Mix that concrete into holes so deep everlasting
Anguish of my spirit
Seductive elixir of the ancients
This language
Can you hear it?
Spiralling double helix genetic sequence
Evolution of man in the fine print
Come correct
May i reflect the proper order and vision i do so select
I ask more than just to be shown
I seek more than just to be known
I reap only what I have sown
I speak and give away so freely my gold
Soothing my bones
Rest child
Rest
Yea I know
Yea i know
What else can i do?
My vocal chords are a portal for interdimensional psychedelic flow
Who otherwise have no quarter
Order from disorder
Upon which were founded
Bipolar
Liquid jazz electric snow man tell me can you hear my soul?
This is mental warfare every day
Motherf*cker
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
This I guess my so called "psychic evaluation"
Well then
How did you like my presentation?
Universal dissertation
Slight vacation from this mental hell I occupy
Ironic vocation
Excuse me doctor why are my hands tied ?
Where am i?
Dont i have to fill out those questionares another time?
On a scale of 1-10 in the last week how often did I think about self harm or suicide?
Shit
The numbers are roughly 20% mortality rate
Take your time let it sink in
Thats 1 in 5 fatalities by their own hand
Not to mention
The likelihood of my children inheriting this is 1 in 6
All these souls
Creative and bold
Medicated in a way that suck the soul from their bones
Tranquilize
Rectify
Rehabilitate
Rationalize
Crash before my very eyes
Then repeat the process
One more time
Doctor doctor
Talk to me like a person
Not just a subject to be studied to determine my sanity
On the conveyor belt in a factory of symptom managing healthcare catastrophe
Popping pills like candy
Chemically calibrated at zero
My personality flatlines
Cognitive arrest
Nurse nurse
Not the defib
Get the tests
Ask him again
On a scale of 1-10
How much you wish you were dead?
KNOW COMMENT - Psychic Evaluation Lyrics
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English
I dont need protection from anything
Your actions and habits are generally Speaking predetermined universal Patterns
You choose the area to occupy
Demons in hell or angels in heaven sanctified
However we choose to situate ourselves
There aint no boogeyman
Just fixed points in the cosmos of self
Intergalactic continental shelf
I direct your attention to stage left of my mental health
What we become is what we love most
All that we lost is what we held close
Monsters and heroes
However we choose to soothe our Little oh oh's
Recognize
This was all my idea yo
I made this
Asking god please
A fairytale of servants on their knees hoping to receive
Absolving themselves of personal responsibility by deferring judgement to an authority
Consigning themselves to futility
Requesting pity from an unaffected cosmic karmic majority
They indifferent to outcome
We are the ones playing the game
Willing participants at the end of days
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
Lord take nothing away from me
Grateful patron of the day
Walking this path every which way
Jesus say thou shalt not tempt the lord Thy God
Im straight Telling god
Disprove my prejudice
Edit my narrative
Take what i say as a foundation for character development
Broken shattered marble blocks of egoic attachments
Mix that concrete into holes so deep everlasting
Anguish of my spirit
Seductive elixir of the ancients
This language
Can you hear it?
Spiralling double helix genetic sequence
Evolution of man in the fine print
Come correct
May i reflect the proper order and vision i do so select
I ask more than just to be shown
I seek more than just to be known
I reap only what I have sown
I speak and give away so freely my gold
Soothing my bones
Rest child
Rest
Yea I know
Yea i know
What else can i do?
My vocal chords are a portal for interdimensional psychedelic flow
Who otherwise have no quarter
Order from disorder
Upon which were founded
Bipolar
Liquid jazz electric snow man tell me can you hear my soul?
This is mental warfare every day
Motherf*cker
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
This I guess my so called "psychic evaluation"
Well then
How did you like my presentation?
Universal dissertation
Slight vacation from this mental hell I occupy
Ironic vocation
Excuse me doctor why are my hands tied ?
Where am i?
Dont i have to fill out those questionares another time?
On a scale of 1-10 in the last week how often did I think about self harm or suicide?
Shit
The numbers are roughly 20% mortality rate
Take your time let it sink in
Thats 1 in 5 fatalities by their own hand
Not to mention
The likelihood of my children inheriting this is 1 in 6
All these souls
Creative and bold
Medicated in a way that suck the soul from their bones
Tranquilize
Rectify
Rehabilitate
Rationalize
Crash before my very eyes
Then repeat the process
One more time
Doctor doctor
Talk to me like a person
Not just a subject to be studied to determine my sanity
On the conveyor belt in a factory of symptom managing healthcare catastrophe
Popping pills like candy
Chemically calibrated at zero
My personality flatlines
Cognitive arrest
Nurse nurse
Not the defib
Get the tests
Ask him again
On a scale of 1-10
How much you wish you were dead?
Your actions and habits are generally Speaking predetermined universal Patterns
You choose the area to occupy
Demons in hell or angels in heaven sanctified
However we choose to situate ourselves
There aint no boogeyman
Just fixed points in the cosmos of self
Intergalactic continental shelf
I direct your attention to stage left of my mental health
What we become is what we love most
All that we lost is what we held close
Monsters and heroes
However we choose to soothe our Little oh oh's
Recognize
This was all my idea yo
I made this
Asking god please
A fairytale of servants on their knees hoping to receive
Absolving themselves of personal responsibility by deferring judgement to an authority
Consigning themselves to futility
Requesting pity from an unaffected cosmic karmic majority
They indifferent to outcome
We are the ones playing the game
Willing participants at the end of days
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
Lord take nothing away from me
Grateful patron of the day
Walking this path every which way
Jesus say thou shalt not tempt the lord Thy God
Im straight Telling god
Disprove my prejudice
Edit my narrative
Take what i say as a foundation for character development
Broken shattered marble blocks of egoic attachments
Mix that concrete into holes so deep everlasting
Anguish of my spirit
Seductive elixir of the ancients
This language
Can you hear it?
Spiralling double helix genetic sequence
Evolution of man in the fine print
Come correct
May i reflect the proper order and vision i do so select
I ask more than just to be shown
I seek more than just to be known
I reap only what I have sown
I speak and give away so freely my gold
Soothing my bones
Rest child
Rest
Yea I know
Yea i know
What else can i do?
My vocal chords are a portal for interdimensional psychedelic flow
Who otherwise have no quarter
Order from disorder
Upon which were founded
Bipolar
Liquid jazz electric snow man tell me can you hear my soul?
This is mental warfare every day
Motherf*cker
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
Doctor Doctor
My condition is critical
Nurse Ratchet cold
So cold its clinical
The problem with pills
They make you think you're ok
So I stop
For a psychotic getaway
This I guess my so called "psychic evaluation"
Well then
How did you like my presentation?
Universal dissertation
Slight vacation from this mental hell I occupy
Ironic vocation
Excuse me doctor why are my hands tied ?
Where am i?
Dont i have to fill out those questionares another time?
On a scale of 1-10 in the last week how often did I think about self harm or suicide?
Shit
The numbers are roughly 20% mortality rate
Take your time let it sink in
Thats 1 in 5 fatalities by their own hand
Not to mention
The likelihood of my children inheriting this is 1 in 6
All these souls
Creative and bold
Medicated in a way that suck the soul from their bones
Tranquilize
Rectify
Rehabilitate
Rationalize
Crash before my very eyes
Then repeat the process
One more time
Doctor doctor
Talk to me like a person
Not just a subject to be studied to determine my sanity
On the conveyor belt in a factory of symptom managing healthcare catastrophe
Popping pills like candy
Chemically calibrated at zero
My personality flatlines
Cognitive arrest
Nurse nurse
Not the defib
Get the tests
Ask him again
On a scale of 1-10
How much you wish you were dead?
Writer: Tómas Ólafsson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid