Boo
Picture this (this)
I've been locked, in a cage, in my mind
Mental asylum, a voice is telling me
To do some bad things all the time
Sometimes I feel the need to rip out my own eyes
So I can get inside and tell Gary to shut the f*ck up
I'm trynna bring my issues to light
But Gary's never quiet, seems like the cunt is always so high (why?)
But that's okay, the day that Gary actually affects me
Is the day that seeing friends in public doesn't make me feel un-comfy
I've collected different issues through my life
I can't solve the problems
I can hide them in different places
Throughout my little Clown House
Come and take a walk with me, come and see the balcony
With walking corpses on the lawn I obviously
Have somethings to deal with the filth is just an extension of me
Although I warn to be informed to walk past so carefully (hahaha)
This next room is the place where all the voices need to sleep
But they never do that! Why are they always Speaking?!
This next room is the kitchen which is basically an empty void
Unless you count the fridge that only has cheese
And I really f*cking hate cheese!
I've collected different issues through my life
I can't solve my problems
But I can hide them in different places
Throughout my little Clown House (yeah)
I usually don't let people inside of the house
I hide myself away, when the walls start talking loud
But you seem very brave
You didn't seem affected by the people with no names, they usually call me crazy
I'm always told that I should probably seek help
But how can some psychologist get me feeling like myself
When I have always been trapped
In this god forsaken house
Someday I'll grab a loaded gun and drag these f*cking clowns with me through hell
Symph0ny - Clown House Lyrics
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Boo
Picture this (this)
I've been locked, in a cage, in my mind
Mental asylum, a voice is telling me
To do some bad things all the time
Sometimes I feel the need to rip out my own eyes
So I can get inside and tell Gary to shut the f*ck up
I'm trynna bring my issues to light
But Gary's never quiet, seems like the cunt is always so high (why?)
But that's okay, the day that Gary actually affects me
Is the day that seeing friends in public doesn't make me feel un-comfy
I've collected different issues through my life
I can't solve the problems
I can hide them in different places
Throughout my little Clown House
Come and take a walk with me, come and see the balcony
With walking corpses on the lawn I obviously
Have somethings to deal with the filth is just an extension of me
Although I warn to be informed to walk past so carefully (hahaha)
This next room is the place where all the voices need to sleep
But they never do that! Why are they always Speaking?!
This next room is the kitchen which is basically an empty void
Unless you count the fridge that only has cheese
And I really f*cking hate cheese!
I've collected different issues through my life
I can't solve my problems
But I can hide them in different places
Throughout my little Clown House (yeah)
I usually don't let people inside of the house
I hide myself away, when the walls start talking loud
But you seem very brave
You didn't seem affected by the people with no names, they usually call me crazy
I'm always told that I should probably seek help
But how can some psychologist get me feeling like myself
When I have always been trapped
In this god forsaken house
Someday I'll grab a loaded gun and drag these f*cking clowns with me through hell
Picture this (this)
I've been locked, in a cage, in my mind
Mental asylum, a voice is telling me
To do some bad things all the time
Sometimes I feel the need to rip out my own eyes
So I can get inside and tell Gary to shut the f*ck up
I'm trynna bring my issues to light
But Gary's never quiet, seems like the cunt is always so high (why?)
But that's okay, the day that Gary actually affects me
Is the day that seeing friends in public doesn't make me feel un-comfy
I've collected different issues through my life
I can't solve the problems
I can hide them in different places
Throughout my little Clown House
Come and take a walk with me, come and see the balcony
With walking corpses on the lawn I obviously
Have somethings to deal with the filth is just an extension of me
Although I warn to be informed to walk past so carefully (hahaha)
This next room is the place where all the voices need to sleep
But they never do that! Why are they always Speaking?!
This next room is the kitchen which is basically an empty void
Unless you count the fridge that only has cheese
And I really f*cking hate cheese!
I've collected different issues through my life
I can't solve my problems
But I can hide them in different places
Throughout my little Clown House (yeah)
I usually don't let people inside of the house
I hide myself away, when the walls start talking loud
But you seem very brave
You didn't seem affected by the people with no names, they usually call me crazy
I'm always told that I should probably seek help
But how can some psychologist get me feeling like myself
When I have always been trapped
In this god forsaken house
Someday I'll grab a loaded gun and drag these f*cking clowns with me through hell
Writer: Damian Makings, Symph0ny
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